I fell off the blogging bandwagon for a minute but I am now back. Honestly, I’ve had a lot on my mind.
* Disclaimer: This post will talk about my pee. If that weirds you out, sorry.
When I went to the OBGYN last Monday to find out that we’re having a bouncing baby boy, I also had an appointment with my physician. Which was very much needed because I’ve been having some issues. I’ve mentioned on here before that I’ve had some UTI issues. Like I’ve had 6 (SIX!!) of them since I’ve been pregnant. So I’d finished up yet another round of antibiotics and was taking my daily preventative but I was having some symptoms. My urine was super dark and cloudy. Like apple cider. And there was a little blood in it. It was a tad alarming.
So at the OB’s office I pee in the cup and when the doc comes in the room he says “Your urine is pretty yucky.”. Really? I hadn’t noticed! So he tells me that he’s referring me to an Urologist because he can’t figure out why I’m having all these issues and that sounds great to me because frankly, I’m tired of it. So I set up an appt with the specialist.
Here’s were I’m going to go off on a little tangent. I knew that I would have to take both kids with me alone to the Urologist because TJ was not going to be able to get off work and we are “new” to the neighborhood thus we have NO babysitters. Seriously, I need a Mother’s Day Out. Like yesterday.
Anyway, I woke up in a delightful mood the morning of the appointment. I talked to the kids and explained that mommy had a doctor’s appointment today and they were coming with me and they would need to be on their best behavior. I packed a bag and let them each pick out some toys to bring to the office to keep them occupied. I bribed them and told them if they did well they could have a sucker and I put some in my purse. I had high hopes.
They were TERRIBLE! I was so embarassed. Maybe it’s because I made such a big deal about the appointment instead of just doing it. I don’t know. They yelled and screamed. They threw toys and stepped on them. It was awful. I had to apologize to the doctor several times though he was such a good sport. Let’s just say that didn’t make for a great day at the Taylor house. Does anyone have any ideas on how this could’ve been avoided? I tried to be prepared and let them know it was important, brought toys to keep them occupied, and they were jerks.
So back to the pee. The Urologist tells me that he’s concerned about a couple of things.
1. Preterm Labor – He tells me recurrent infection in pregnant women often leads to preterm labor. I told him that I already had a history of preterm labor with my other children and as a result, my OBGYN put me on Progesterone injections once a week to try to put that off. So that’s good. But he’s still concerned. He wanted me to finish this sixth round of antibiotics and do the preventative again only this time, twice a day. And he’d like to monitor me during the duration of my pregnancy and thereafter.
2. Kidney Stones – Apparently, it’s common for pregnant women to get kidney stones. I had gallstones when I was pregnant with Lakyn but they’re unrelated. He tells me he’s concerned that I have a kidney stone that’s become lodged somewhere and it’s backing up my kidney thus the dark urine and blood clots. This is pretty serious. If this is the case and it’s left untreated, I could lose a kidney. YIKES! He explained that when this happens, it’ll present as an infection but no antibiotics will fix it. The infection will keep re-occuring.
He told me that because I’m pregnant, he’d like to start with a Renal Ultrasound to see if one of my kidneys is inflamed or swollen. I told him I’d had some discomfort in my kidneys but only on the left side. If that’s what the ultrasound revealed, then we’d have to look at more invasive procedures but we’d wait on the results of the test.
So I went this morning and had the ultrasound done. The tech that did it was stone cold and didn’t imply anything. I kept trying to read her face but she was a statue. I go back to the Urologist on Thursday for the test results. I feel like it’s all in my head and I’m paranoid and there’s nothing wrong with me. In fact, I’ve been obsessing a little about how this is going to come back normal and we’re going to have spent all this $$$ for no reason. But I guess in the end it’s better that way, right? I certainly want to be healthy. I don’t want to appear to be freaking out over something that’s nothing.
So Thursday’s the day. Until then, I wait and torture myself.
Alright. Before I write this I feel it’s important to give a quick disclaimer:
I love and adore my children more than anything in the whole world. They give me such joy and make me laugh when I feel terrible. They are so cute and cuddly and energetic and I feel like often times I can’t tell them how much I love them enough. Long story short, I LOVE MY KIDS!
Okay. Now that I’ve stated that, I am going to rant for a bit.
I think raising children is like raising wild animals indoors. Seriously. They really are icky, sticky, gooey little creatures that you have difficulty potty training. I am so sick of pee. My poor daughter goes non-stop all day long. So when she finally passes out to go to bed, or on rare occasion take a nap, she tends to have accidents. Honestly, I kinda think it’s a little laziness as she has gone about 2 weeks before without peeing her bed and she wants to wear pullups so she can feel like a baby. I tried to nix the pullups for a while but you can only take so many days of washing pee stained sheets before you give up. So for now, she wears pullups to bed. Except yesterday at quiet time.
We were all exhausted from a crazy night before of constantly getting out of bed and putting the kids back in their beds and needless to say, we ALL needed a nap. So I put Holden to bed, laid on the chair and a half, and Lakyn laid on the couch to rest. And she had an accident. She peed on my couch. Ugh. So I guess I’m gonna have to figure out a way to wash the cushion because after 1/2 a hour of scrubbing, it still smells like a pee filled pool when I walk in my living room. I guess I’m just gonna Febreze the crap out of it until I can figure it out.
Speaking of bedtime, I thought I was solid. I mean I worked really hard to “train” the kids to stay in their beds once we’ve put them to bed. We’ve always had a little bit of trouble with Lakyn because she’s a big ball of pure energy, but Holden was golden. I could lay that kid down and he’d be out like a light for the entire night in about 10 minutes. It was awesome. Then we moved…
Holden came into our room after we’d gone to bed. I don’t know if it was his cute pudgy little face or the fact that we were half asleep but TJ let him sleep with us that night and it’s been a battle ever since. Actually, he was allowed to sleep with us for a couple of weeks. I can’t say I really put up much of a fight. In fact, I think I always avoided having the kids sleep with us because I knew I would love cuddling with them so much. However, TJ had enough and now we spend about 2 hours each night returning Holden to his bed about 20 times before he gives up and finally goes to sleep in his room. It’s tiresome. He’s even figured out that if he waits until about 10 min after jammies and we’ve put him in his bed to poop, we are forced to change him and it buys him more time. Pretty smart little turkey.
Did I mention I do LOVE my children? Ok, good.
I’m not sure why but lately both kids have developed quite a sassy mouth. For instance, the other day TJ told Holden to pick up toys and Holden yelled “NNOOOO!” at TJ. TJ paused for a minute and said “You don’t tell me no. Pick up toys”. Holden then said “NNNNNNNN” and we both waited for the rest of it (If you’ve ever met Holden, you know that when he gets excited or upset, he tends to stutter and stammer), “NNNNNNNevermind” and he went on to pick up toys. TJ and I both had to hide our faces from laughing because it was pretty cute. But really? Already this kinda sass from a 2 1/2 year old?
Lakyn’s getting a little big for her britches too (Oh geez, I totally just made it readily apparent I’m from the south!). Like yesterday in the car, we went to pick up some donuts from Round Rock Donuts, the best donuts you’ll ever eat in your life. I had to pick up a prescription afterward and both of the kids were crazy in the car. They were unbuckling seat belts, yelling, just being really ugly. So I said “Okay, when we get home you both need to go to your rooms. No donuts”. I was trying to keep my cool because the drive up Pharmacy had one of those camera things so you can see the person when they answer your call button and the last thing I needed was them to record me doing something stupid and wind up on the news like ones of those crazy moms in the Wal-mart parking lot. But Lakyn responds “I don’t care. Whatever”. Say WHAT?!?
So, I’ve got my hands full. Literally, I’m keeping soap on hand for the sassy moments. I just feel like I’ve gotta get a grip on this before she’s 16 or something.
Wow, so that feels good to get off my chest. And even though it may not sound like it, I truly do adore my Lakyn and Holden. I feel so blessed to stay home with them and watch them develop into these amazing little people. My life was incomplete before they were here. And as much as I say “I need a break”, the second they’re gone I instantly want them back. That’s what love is, isn’t it? Putting up with each other even when we’re not at our best? The hard thing about this is that I’ve gotta try to help sculpt them and guide them to be awesome people. I hope TJ and I can live up to the job. Really though, I think we’ve done pretty good so far.