It's official!  My braces are coming off AUGUST 11th.  HOORAY!  You have no idea how excited I am about this.  Super excited. 

So it's official.  My uterus is retired.  Yay!  I like to look at Parker and tell him he is the last cute thing coming out of my body. (and Damn!  he is really cute.)

We spent the night at a hotel by the hospital because i had to check in at 6am!  SIX AM!  We stayed at the same hotel we stayed at when Parker was in the NICU.  This was Parker's first time in a hotel room.  This was an awful sinking sad tragic feeling when we walked into the hotel room.  The room looked exactly the same as the room we stayed in previously.  As soon as we walked in, I didn't want to be there and it made my heart sad and I wanted to cry.  Bill said staying there again would help somehow, kinda like re-writing the chapter.  It was sad.  I hope we never have to stay there again, for anything.  Ever. 

We had a really nice dinner with Carla and JD.  It was the best Indian ever.  And it was great to see Carla because she's moving to Chicago in a few weeks.    Parker didn't exactly cooperate during dinner and Bill spent more of the dinner outside with the kids trying to keep them preoccupied so I could enjoy seeing my friend. He wasn't the best sleeper that night either.  It was a long night.  I couldn't drink water after midnight so I was thirsty and I was nervous.

So 5:40 rolls around and we all get up and I get dressed and we get in the car and drop me off.  the boys went back to the hotel and went back to sleep until 8:45.  I got all checked in and registered.  It didn't take them long to call me back to pre-op.  I took what will hopefully be the last pregnancy test for the rest of my life and I got all gowned up and stuck with needles. and then I got a special treat!  I got to drink 1 capful of water.  It was yummy even though the pill left a yucky film on my tongue and I didn't have enough water to wash it off.  So they started the IV fluids, and gave me some anti nausea meds and had me swallow down the "low dose, slow release oxycontin."  I saw my dr, the anesthesiest, the nurse anestetist (sp!?) and i think i saw someone else but I don't really remember much else.  I don't even remember being wheeled out of pre-op.  I remember sitting there on the bed with this weird tingling feeling in my chest and I was starting to wonder if I was having a panic attack.  and I was sitting there wishing they would hurry up and wheel me out of there.  The next thing I remember is being talked to around 9:30 - TWO HOURS LATER!  Man I was groggy!  Bill and the kids showed up and we were on our way home by 10:15.  Quick!

We got home and I slept until 4:30.  Of course I thought i was fine and I got up and tried to do stuff and then i realized that i was sore and in pain.  So i went to bed.  Parker snuggled with me all night.  My throat was all weird and hurting - i guess because of the tube they shoved down my throat.

Tuesday i tried to do way too much again and today I'm paying for it. So today, I'm in bed all day.  Watching old sappy girl movies and the first season of Grey's Anatomy.

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(Try to ignore the cheesy music!) 

Picture this -

i pull into the driveway.  Stewart gets his magazine and his dead butterfly he insisted of getting from the parking lot of his daycare and he gets out of the truck on his side.

I get out of the driver seat.  I grab my purse, get out the house keys.  Shove the mail in my purse and get my rubbermaid container that help my lunch.  I open the door to get out Parker and I grab his diaper bag and i shove my container in it.  The bag is pretty full - empty bottles and 3 changes of dirty baby clothes (Parker had a rough day at school).  i grab the laptop and I get the carseat and i go to open the door.

I walk up to the house, noticing that i need to trim the dead buds off my rose bushes.  I think to myself how much I hate the concrete that connects the red brick porch to the asphalt driveway. 

I step up the first step.

Step up the second step, shifting everything that I'm carrying so I can get my hand free to unlock the door.

And I lose my balance.

And i went tumbling into the mulch.

Dropping Parker

the laptop

my purse

the diaper bag

the keys.

my shoes ended up behind me, one of them was in the shrub.

I immediately looked for the car seat, and it was on it's side.  and there was no crying.  For a split second, I started to freak out and I didn't want to flip the seat right side up because I didn't want to see how bad parker was hurt.  I imagined his head all bloody and him knocked out.  And then he started crying.  It was good crying - he was startled.  It wasn't the scream of pain (that I heard earlier today when he got FIVE shots.)  Huge sigh of relief.  Parker was fine.  I checked for the laptop because I knew Bill would be pissed off at me if i broke the laptop - luckily it's fine too.

I think i must have absorbed all of the injuries.  I have a big gash in my thumb - i think the edge of the bricks cut it.  My wrist is bruised up on my right hand, my left palm is bruised.  My right ankle is bruised, my left knee is trashed.  I have a big gigantic scrape from the bricks.

This was the perfect way to end this shitty today.  I'm so glad there are only 2.5 hours of this stupid day left.  I hate today. 

I FINALLY moved the kids to a pediatrician out here.  I really liked the one we had in Reston but it is just too expensive to drive back and forth.  Anyway - it's a long story but Bill ran in a 5k a few weekends ago.  He finished 4th, the guy that finished 3rd happens to be a family dr out here.  So I looked him up and the rest is history.

When I scheduled the appointment I got all of the BS about how we can't schedule a 4 month checkup until you are an established patient.  Irritating.  So I had to schedule this new patient appointment for both of them, knowing that Parker would need to come back in ONE week.  I HATE THE CRAP DOCTOR'S OFFICES PULL TO GET MORE MONEY FROM YOU AND THE INSURANCE COMPANY.  I printed off all of the new patient paperwork and the release form to have their records faxed over from the other Dr.  They still tell me I need to get there 35-30 minutes early - even though I have all of the paperwork filled out for both of them.

Their website sends me to mapquest to get directions.  I HATE MAPQUEST.  Their directions are horseshit - and they have gotten me lost so many times.  I quit using them and I only use Google Maps or RandMcNally.com (who better to trust that a company that actually makes MAPS!)  But because I'm in a monster rush (don't even get me started about my morning) I print off the directions and go. 

The stupid fn directions landed me in the middle of Deliverance.  I finally stopped and asked for directions - this woman was outside with her three kids, the youngest of them (a little boy) was running around wearing only a pair of cowboy boots.  She wasn't doing much better herself.  But she gave me decent directions and I found my way.  We got there at 9am.  Their appointment was at 9:25.  I see people come in and leave.  New people come in and sit down, see the dr, and leave - AND WE ARE STILL SITTING THERE WAITING.  The nurse FINALLY called Parker & Stewart around 10am.

The nurse went through the whole checking vitals thing with them both - which also took forever.  I didn't come prepared because I was in such a rush this morning, I didn't bring his diaper bag and he desperately needed a fresh diaper.  The nurse said they had some and she would go get me one and she didn't.  So after the vitals she says," If Dr. Cucuzella doesn't have a room available i'm going to have to put you in another sub-waiting room."  WHAT THE HELL.  Luckily, he had a room open.  So we sat in the room for another 20 minutes.  I'm trying to get Stewart to stop running around and playing with all of the sensitive equipment.  Stop stepping on the pedal and making the trash can lid bang up against the wall - WHILE trying to keep Parker enough entertained that he doesn't start crying.  So he's rolling around and drooling all over the butcher paper they have on the patient table  - and I'm very quickly running out of patience.  I can feel my Empty light turn on and I'm about to just leave.  It's taken way too long and I didn't have what I needed for Parker - he kept spitting up all over me and him (and I'm dressed to go to work, but now i'm gonna have to go home and change.)

The dr finally comes in.  And he's nice.  Very patient, asked a lot of questions and let me ask a lot of questions.  He seemed very impressed with Parker's strength, and that he is already rolling over, he can support weight on his legs, he's very vocal etc.  Same drill with Stewart - everything was great with him.  I was just expecting this to be a new patient appointment, but he was able to also make it Parker's 4 month appointment, without me even asking!  AND he offered to get me a new diaper - i told him i was a bit embarassed that i didn't come prepared because he needed a clean diaper (it was sooo wet!)

So poor baby Paker got 5 more shots.  I don't think the nurses should ask the parents to hold their child down while he is getting shots.  It's mean and I want nothing to do with it but they made me stand there and hold his two little chubby legs down while he got 3 shots in one leg and 2 shots in another.  He immediately starts screaming, Stewart hides underneath a table - fearing that he's next. 

It was an exhausting morning and I'm no where near finished for today.  This is another one of those fabulous school nights for Bill - So i'm on duty all night until he gets home.  Hopefully he gets home early because I think he has a test tonight.

Lol - I know you just read this whole rant about how pissed I was at the dr, and all you really want to know is how much they weighed and etc.

Parker - 13.9 pounds and 24.5 inches - up from 11.1 pounds and 23.25 inches at his 2 month checkup

Stewart - 44.2 pounds and 3 feet 7 inches

They are both in the 50th percentile for both height and weight.  So i have two doubly average kids that are exceptionally cute.

All of the sudden, he QUIT accepting his binkers.  He totally quit taking it when he started at day care.  But he has started sucking his thumb when he's trying to soothe himself.  He doesn't seem to do it when he's sleeping or trying to sleep but when he's lying around fussing, i've noticed he sucks his thumb. 

How cute is he!?  (try to ignore the long black hair stuck to his mouth!)

 

1.  I love it when his diaper smells like biscuits - like right now, as he sleeps in my lap.  it's a clean diaper but for some reason he has this biscuit baby-ish smell.

2.  I love his big chubby soft baby tummy.  It makes the best sound when i pat it and it's sooo soft!

3.  BABY FEET.  Ms. Sheila knows what I'm talking about.  I love baby feet.  They aren't as stinky as Stewart's feet were - but i love the way he wiggles his toes when i kiss them.

4.  He has the sweetest face.  He has Stewart's baby nose, Billy's mouth, and obviously my eyes.

5.  His eyelashes.  I just noticed them today and they are beautiful and long just like Stewarts.

6.  I love that he makes you work really hard for a smile and a giggle.

7.   I love his fuzzy blonde headed head smell.  I guess it's just his baby smell.

8.  He has the gassiest bottom!

9.  I love watching his soft spot throb.

10.  I love it when he grabs my finger and drools on it and them tries to bit it with his gums. 

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