I thought I'd try something a little new here and do a once-a-month post about different things that I think are "worth the time". It could be books, movies, audiobooks, podcasts, articles, blogs, board games...it might be anything. I'm just going to keep you all on your toes!
I've been really into watching the History Channel lately, and they've had some great new programming over the last couple years. My latest favorite is The Selection.
This show takes a group of civilians and puts them through something that is like the training for the special forces - Seals, Rangers, Green Berets. They seemed pretty "easy" on everyone in the first episode and Derek was ready to write the show off as not being realistic (my grandpa was in the army, and we've heard his basic training stories, which were worse than what they did on the first episode). But I was still interested, so we watched, and it definitely got more intense! Those instructors are tough! I'm still not convinced that it is exactly like special forces training, because I imagine that would be even more demanding, but it's so interesting to watch and get a taste of what those people in our military overcome in order to be prepared to protect us. It's fascinating, and it makes me respect our armed forces even more.
It's just starting to get good now - if you get the History Channel, you can catch up on all the episodes here or on the app!
I made this pumpkin streusel coffee cake for our MOPS meeting the other day. I recently read on Gina's blog that you shouldn't make something for the first time when it's for someone else, guests, etc. That makes a lot of sense to me, so I made it and decided I would scratch it and make something else if it was no good. But it was good. The perfect amount of moistness, and the perfect amount of pumpkin flavor without being too overwhelming. I used caramel flavoring instead of vanilla extract. It was a winner!
The Sonicare Section On Amazon
This one is more a "worth the money" than a "worth the time" pick - but hey, time is money, huh? And your teeth are worth something. I stumbled across this AMAZING sale on Amazon of Sonicare toothbrushes, and as a dental hygienist, I feel compelled to share it. You can take the girl out of the dental hygiene world, but you can't take the dental hygienist out of the girl.
Seriously though, these are my personal favorite toothbrushes. When I brush with my Sonicare, I can feel the difference in my gums. And I'm not just saying that as some hygienist ploy to get you to buy the good toothbrush! I can really feel it, personally.
I bought Derek and myself new Sonicare toothbrushes, because the basic model is only $20! That is a great deal! I've been really missing my old Sonicare since it broke, and I'm sharing the good toothbrush love.
(Check out these coupons though if you want a fancier model, because you can get an even better discount until 1/28.)
Alright, I'll be back again next month with more worth-the-time favorites! I'm off to watch the inauguration!
P.S. If you haven't voted on my poll in the sidebar, you have three days left! That is all.
One of those New Year’s resolutions that I was forced to write was to drink more water.
It’s not going well.
I’m not sure why I have such a hard time drinking just straight water. I love drinking water when I’m really thirsty, or when I’m eating something really dry or rich. But when I’m not feeling particularly thirsty it’s hard to get myself to drink plain water.
I’ve decided I need a strategy, but I haven’t quite decided what it should be yet.
I think part of it should include something like this:
Now doesn’t that just make you want to grab a tall glass of water?
I want to get a cute water dispenser. If I fill it up with ice, and water, and lemons (just like the picture), I know I’ll drink more. Because it will be sitting on the counter reminding me all day, and because it looks so good.
And my other strategy might be this:
I think I’m going to pick up some of these MiO water flavoring drops today. Yes, it might be cheating, but it will most likely help me drink more water.
Are you one of those people that like to drink plain water all the time, or do you use a strategy too? How do you get yourself to drink more water? Any other ideas for me?
Is it just me, or was the whole blog world out last weekend with a stomach bug? We must have all passed around the germs through the computer monitors.
Last Tuesday night my sweet boy threw up twice. And again in the morning. And he stayed sick clear through Sunday.
Actually he’s still not 100%, but he seems to be doing better as of yesterday.
I felt so bad seeing him like that. On Thursday night he just cried and cried. I’m not one of those moms who typically cries when my baby is crying (ex. when he gets vaccines), because I think it just freaks him out more, and it’s my job to be the strong one and assure him it’s alright. But on Thursday I actually did let a couple tears fall, because no matter what I did I couldn’t get him to stop crying, and it broke my heart. But I quickly stopped, because I was right – it did freak him out more. Wyatt hates seeing me cry.
I also happened to throw up on Thursday, and by Friday we were all three sick together.
Normally I wouldn’t consider this blog-post worthy, but we just don’t get sick in this family – it’s been forever since I’ve caught anything. And Derek never throws up. And this is the first time Wyatt has ever been sick.
I’m actually pretty proud of the fact that we made it past a year old before Wyatt got sick for the first time! He must have a good little immune system, because I’m not one of those moms who walks around with anti-bacterial wipes either, and we made it pretty far before the inevitable first bug.
On Thursday night my mom brought me my mail, and what do you think I found? The sweetest card from my blog friend Melanie! She is starting a “Random Acts Of Kindness Tag”, and she wrote me the most encouraging note. The arrival was very timely since we were having a rough day too.
Now I’ve been “tagged” to send someone else a piece of encouragement. I try to randomly surprise people in the mail occasionally, but it’s been a while and this was a good reminder. So now I just have to decide who to “tag”.
If you don’t read Melanie’s blog, you really should – she’s one of the sweetest bloggers I know. Stop by and say hello to her!
And that’s it for now. Sorry for the lack of pictures in this post, but I’m just feeling lazy this morning and Mr. Wyatt is calling. You know how that goes!
This week Wyatt was so happy. He's always happy, but he just seemed to smile at everything this week.
I, on the other hand, felt sick Monday through Wednesday, and just had alot to deal with, so his smiley faces were such a joy in the midst of a stressful week.
I think the Lord gives me little things like that right when I need them. A sweet gesture from a stranger, an easy day at work, or this week, an extra-happy baby to cheer me up. It's easy to miss them if I don't keep my eyes open, but there is always something if I look for it.
Though it was pretty hard to miss those extra smiles from Mr. Wyatt. Just saying.
I kind of want to participate once in "Fitness Friday" over at Cait's blog, but I'm afraid my goals are a little lame when compared to the general spirit of the link-up.
Remember those first few weeks after Wyatt was born, when I did those little fitness updates? (Just check Friday posts in February and March 2011, if you're curious). Well, I was doing pilates at the time and really started to feel good about my muscle tone again, and then disaster struck and my knee went out. Which led to surgery. Which led to six weeks on the couch. Which led to me being a little scared to jump back into working out because my knee still felt weak.
And that's where it sat. I seriously have not worked out since. But amazingly, those six weeks on the couch didn't hurt me on the scale at all. I actually lost weight. Why didn't the weight come off that easy when I was trying to get in shape before my wedding, I ask you?
I'm pretty sure I was losing weight from losing muscle though.
To be honest, I lost all my pregnancy weight within ten days of Wyatt's birth (thank you nursing and forgetting to eat breakfast), and then I lost about 8-10 more pounds since then, which leaves me a little skinnier than I'd like to be.
I actually had to gain weight to get pregnant with Wyatt in the first place, so if we want a Baby #2, it probably wouldn't hurt to gain a few pounds.
But that seems kind of counter-intuitive for "Fitness Fridays".
However, that's where I am, and I would like to get in better shape physically, because I'm not a "healthy skinny" right now. So here are my fitness goals:
-Tone my muscles a little bit, but without losing any body fat.
-Gain a few pounds (which I think will come from gaining a bit of muscle - muscle weighs more than fat).
-Eat less sugar.
So my goals for next week would be to:
-Do a (gentle - remember the knee) pilates workout once next week (maybe twice).
-Eat more protein/whole grains/healthy fats for my snacks.
-Drink one full glass of water per day.
We'll see how this goes. I may or may not do an update next week, but I'm sure I will at some point.
Do you all have any podcasts that you really like? I have to drive 45 minutes to work, and none of my talk radio shows are on that early, so I like my podcasts. I listen to sermons through podcasts, and Focus on the Family's podcast, and the "Stuff You Missed In History Class" podcast is another current favorite. But by all means, if you have any suggestions, send them my way! I need some new ones to shake things up.
I'm pretty sure that having a yellow tissue box helps you recover more quickly from colds. You know, as opposed to blue. Because yellow is so cheerful and motivating. Don't you think?
We're Tebow fans in this house (along with lots of other people in houses in America), and we'll be going over to my parent's house to watch the game this weekend since we don't have TV service. Yes, football games are one of the rare things that warrant a trip to someone else's house, just so we can watch. Go Broncos!
Okay, that's all. Thanks for letting me ramble!
She recently opened up about her journey with infertility, and I'm so glad she did. I know she will be an encouragement to so many other ladies who might be going through this, because she's just an encouraging person!
Anyway, I was honored when she asked me to guest post about my fertility struggles, so you can go over and read my post here - be sure to look around and say hello to Jess while you're there!
Life lately has been pretty quiet, non-stressful, and relaxing. It's probably because I just got back from vacation, but even before that things seemed to have slowed down some.
The weather is most certainly turning cooler, and I'm loving it. The leaves haven't turned yet, but they just sound like fall. I think the rustling of fall leaves sounds so much different than the rustling of summer leaves.
I've been getting the itch to sew something again. I got some really pretty fabric that I'm going to make into a quilt for our spare bedroom. I would have started on it long before now, but the last time I tried to sew, the sound of my sewing machine scared Wyatt. But I think I need to give it another try and see if the noise still scares him.
Another thing that's holding me up is that I"m waiting for this book to become available at the library. I'm about ready to just go out and buy it, for goodness' sake. I've rented it before, and I think there's a design in it that I want to use for my quilt, but apparently it's a pretty popular book.
Football season has started, and Derek has season tickets for his favorite college football team! I think we're going to try to go to a couple games this fall. I think Derek and Wyatt will look so cute together wearing their team t-shirts.
I no longer have to give myself those blood thinner shots (yay!). I talked to another hematologist, and he said that my blood clot is so tiny they can't even see it anymore, and since it was clearly a provoked blood clot, I'm okay to go off the shots. I just have to give myself the blood thinner before I fly, and they'll check my clot again whenever we have another baby to make sure it's gone (if it's not, I might have to be on it during the first trimester). So that's good news! I really don't relish the thought of giving myself shots in a pregnant belly though, so now I'm just praying it will finish dissolving before then.
I'm really enjoying work lately. Have I mentioned that my sister works in the same office that I do? My sister and I are best friends, so it makes it so much more fun to go to work when she's there. And have I also mentioned that I love my boss and coworker's? If I have to be away from my baby, at least I can be with people I like all day.
We're doing a walking contest at work. We're all wearing pedometers, and whoever has the most steps at the end of the month will win a spa treatment, or something else fun like that. My original goal was 10,000 steps a day, but I've been wearing my pedometer for a couple weeks, and I haven't reached that number once. I even spent a good portion of one day walking around a huge battleship museum, and I still only reached 8500. It's really hard to get that many steps in one day.
Regardless though, I think my sister or I have a good chance of winning, because apparently we're the only ones who are remembering to wear our pedometers every day. Still, I think I need to go walking up and down my road a few times a day to ensure a victory. I'll let you know how it goes.
So a quick story - about a month ago, I received a package in the mail from a company called Birch Box. Inside were alot of makeup samples. I thought they must have gotten my name from one of the magazines I get or something, and they must be trying to get me to buy something from them - I thought it was a pretty brilliant marketing strategy, actually. There are a couple products I want to buy now.
But then a few weeks ago I got another box, and when I looked on their website it said that for ten bucks a month you could get monthly boxes of makeup samples. My first thought was that someone must have signed me up for it, but then I started worrying that I'd get five boxes and then get a bill in the mail. So I called the company to make sure that wouldn't happen, and I found out my sister-in-law (the one we just visited), had signed me up for these monthly boxes of makeup samples! I thought that was so sweet of her - I have the best in-laws! You know I love my makeup and beauty products, and I've been enjoying testing them out.
And have I mentioned that my hair is falling out? I know they say after you have a baby, all the hair that you gained while pregnant can fall out all at once - but isn't seven months after I had my baby a little late for this to happen? And I didn't feel like my hair thickened much during pregnancy in the first place.
Wyatt has been growing like crazy - he's almost 17 pounds now! And I think he's going to be a lefty. Whenever he sucks his them, it's always his left thumb. He's tried to suck his right thumb a couple times, and it just looks awkward - he can't figure out how to make the right thumb work. I think he'll play sports right-handed though, if his "practice kicking" is any indication - he always kicks his right foot.
He's also doing this thing where he scrunches his nose and smiles at people - it's the cutest thing! I must try to get a picture of it, but for now, I'll give you one of him in his first real "fall" outfit. He wouldn't sit still for a picture, so this is the least blurry picture I have.
I'm reading One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp right now. I had been hearing alot about it online, and I thought I'd get it for our trip. It's a book about giving thanks for all God's gifts in life, including the little gifts that might be easy to miss if you aren't looking for them. She writes in such a poetic way though, and it's inspiring - I'm enjoying it.
I could go on, but I'll stop here. I tend to write really long letters. And if this were a real letter, I'd ask you all kinds of questions about how you are, how your family is, how's the weather, what have you been up to, etc.
Feel free to write me a "letter" blog post back! Talk to you soon!
If you don't want to click through and read it yourself, basically it's about a study that suggests that women may play a part in which gender their babies are. The article says that women who had a higher caloric intake at the time of conception were more likely to have boys (56% as opposed to 45%).
The article didn't suggest any theories on how that exactly works, but it makes you wonder . . .
My experience fits into this theory. At the time when we were trying for Wyatt, I was trying to gain weight to get my Body Mass Index in the normal range. My caloric intake was pretty high.
I just thought this was interesting.
So maybe if you want to have a boy, you should go for that extra brownie?
What about you? Were you dieting or eating alot when you got pregnant with your baby? Did your experience match this study at all?
Can I just say that it's so weird to have health problems? I've been healthy my entire life, and then within three months I end up having pre-eclampsia, a torn meniscus, and a blood clot. It's bizarre to me. We're blessed to have pretty decent insurance, and to live in a country with good access to care.
Anyway . . .
If you'll remember, in April I had to go through surgery to fix my torn meniscus in my knee. It was a huge pain, because I had to be on crutches for six weeks, and that isn't easy with a new baby to take care of.
Well, at the end of May I got the okay to walk without crutches again. I was so excited to walk and to be able to carry my baby! But I was bitterly disappointed to find out that I still couldn't walk without one crutch - I may have shed a few tears. I was just so looking forward to walking without assistance.
My doctor said it may be July before I could walk without any help, but it wasn't long before I was hobbling around without my crutch. I had an awful limp though, and my doctor wanted me to see a physical therapist.
I went to one appointment, but honestly my co-pays were pretty steep, and I couldn't afford to go again. But she stretched out the joint a bit and gave me some exercises, and within a week I was walking really well! There really is no accounting for how quickly I was able to walk without crutches and without a limp, except that the Lord healed my knee! I'm so thankful that He allowed my knee to heal so quickly!
The second part of this whole thing was that after my knee surgery I got a blood clot in my leg. I was on aspirin for a couple weeks before they decided I needed to be on higher-power blood thinners (around the middle of May).
I was really worried about being able to feed Wyatt while on blood thinners, but they put me on Lovenox, which is safe to use while nursing. Unfortunately, it happens to be an injectable medication, so I have to give myself two shots a day. My stomach is all bruised and sore, and the injection makes my skin puffy, so it makes me feel flabby. I hate it.
They checked my blood clot twice since then, and each time it got a little smaller. But after this last visit my doctor decided I should go see a hematologist to make sure that I don't have a blood clotting disorder. I got the blood clot while on blood thinners, so they just want to make sure.
So I went to the hematologist and she did some blood work (which we're still waiting on), and said that since the blood clot isn't gone, I have to be on blood thinners for six months.
I was not happy about this. I am so over giving myself injections.
You have to understand that someone I know has had a blood clot in the past, and she hasn't had to go through anything I've had to do. Her doctor said it's pretty pointless to keep checking the blood clot, because alot of times they leave scar tissue that makes it look like it's still there even when it's not. Her hematologist also said that when the clot is below the knee (which mine is), you only have to be on blood thinners for three months.
Now, I know my primary care doctor hasn't dealt with a blood clot before, so it's been a learning experience for her too. I have to give her a little grace.
However, it makes me kind of upset that our doctors keep saying different things, because if I don't have to go through all this extra stuff, I'd rather not. And everyone keeps saying my blood clot is "so small".
The Plan Now
I'm getting a second opinion. Six months of shots in my stomach is alot different than three months, and I am so ready to be done! I'm hoping to be able to talk to this other doctor soon, and maybe he'll say I don't have to do these injections any more.
Anyway, you all could pray that (1) this new doctor will give me some good information, and (2) that maybe I can be done with the shots now. Also, even though I think it's unlikely, please pray that I don't have a clotting disorder, because if I do, it would mean my next pregnancy would be considered high-risk. Women with blood clotting disorders are more likely to have miscarriages, because a clot could form in the placenta and cut off nutrients to the baby.
Thank you in advance for your prayers! I'll do another update when I know something.
I love what my sister said right after this whole thing happened. I made a comment about being a poor cripple girl, and she looked at me and smiled and said, "Jesus heals the lame."
I had to grin at that - the thought of Jesus healing the lame definitely brightened up my day. We both chuckled as I said that I know He does, though He would probably choose to do it over the course of six weeks in my case.
And He did! I've been healing up quite nicely, and my knee doesn't even hurt anymore when I test it with a little weight (I know, I'm not supposed to be doing that). I am so grateful to the Lord for letting my healing time go so well, and for letting this happen at a good time for our family.
After all, I wasn't holding Wyatt when it happened; I don't have to take any extra time off of work; alot of our bills are going to be covered through our insurance since this happened in the same year as my labor and delivery; and this happened before Wyatt started crawling, which would have made the six weeks much more complicated.
The Lord was certainly watching out for us.
Still, I'm glad this chapter in my life is coming to a close. I am so excited to walk again, I can't even tell you.
Freedom is so close I can smell it.
Granted, I may have to use a cane for a little while until I get the strength back up in my right leg. It's really weird to compare my legs right now. My left leg is nice and muscular, and my right leg looks skinny and flabby. It really is true that if you don't use your muscles, you lose them.
I am so discouraged about my body right now. Besides the whole skinny-right-leg issue, I've gained a bit of flab in my stomach area from sitting on the couch constantly and not really being able to work out for the past six weeks.
Prior to my knee injury and surgery, I was working out pretty regularly. My goal was to get back in shape in time for summer so that I'd look good in my swimsuit.
So much for that.
And, of course, we happen to be going to a wedding at a hot springs next week, and I'll have to be seen in my swimsuit for the first time of the summer.
I'm going to look flabby and icky.
Maybe this is the Lord's way of telling me to be less vain.
Still, anyone have any advice about how to get in shape quickly? Maybe I'll just not eat the day of the wedding?
I know, I know. Lesson not learned.
I am vain, and I know it.
Seriously though, I'll take that advice now.
-Blogger still hasn't restored my Moms and Babies post from last Thursday. I'm starting to wonder if it will ever come back. I'm officially disturbed. What if Blogger loses some of my more cherished posts forever next time? I don't even want to think about it. Is anyone else still waiting for their lost posts to reappear?
-On Saturday I went to a tea party hosted by my friend, Ashley! She did a beautiful job of it too - red and white china, white roses, little sandwhiches, quishes, vegetables, punch, chocolate oranges, tarts, Russian tea cookies, sugar cubes with little roses on them - and of course, tea! She really knows how to set a table. I was kicking myself for not bringing my camera, but I'm hoping she'll have a post up soon with pictures, so be sure to hop over and check her blog out.
-I am in desperate need of new jeans. None of my jeans fit properly anymore. Boy, Kara wasn't kidding when she stated that things move during pregnancy! My grandma used to comment about how things get "rearranged" after you have a baby. Oh, and it's true. My skinniest skinny jeans are too baggy now( they make me feel frumpy), but my stomach is twice as thick.
-My blog e-mail gets tons of posts from scammers. I mean, how many deposed foreign royalty needing my help and million pound (as in British pounds) contests can there be? Seriously, people, how dumb do you think I am?
-Chloe had her baby! So did Mrs. Gibby! I've been stalking their blogs and Twitter for details all weekend. I saw pictures, and they're pretty cute! Congratulations to their lovely mams!
-Wyatt has these little red spots on his face. They first appeared on Saturday, and I thought they were baby acne, but then they got worse and spread on Sunday. Has anyone else's baby had anything like that? I think I need to take him to the doctor. I hope he's not developing some sort of allergy.
-Oh yes, and I had that ultrasound to check on my blood clot. It's still there. I was very disappointed, because I was really hoping it would be gone. Now my doctor is consulting with a hematologist to see what we should do next. My guess is that I'll be on high-powered blood thinners for the next few months, but we'll see. I should still be able to feed Wyatt, but I kind of worry about him getting medication from me that he doesn't need.
-We could use some prayers for the two afore-mentioned medical issues.
-On a happy note, Derek's dad might give us his old mattress! The mattress that we have now is so uncomfortable, it's not even funny. It's old. The mattress we might get is a pillow top. I can't wait to try it out! Sound-sleep-with-no-backaches-in-the-morning, here I come.
-Have any of you heard of Charming Charlie? It's a color-coded accessory store. I had never heard of it before, but my sister-in-law gave me a gift card for Christmas. I haven't been able to use it yet, because all the Charming Charlie stores were too far away from me. But, there is one coming to a shopping mall near me now! I'm thinking my accessory collection could use a serious boost, and the last time I checked it out they had a ton of fun pieces for very reasonable prices.
-And that's it. Sorry for the lack of pictures, but I'm not sure what pictures to include, and I just don't have it in me to go on an online picture-search today . . .
So, I've been having this ache in my leg since Saturday. It kind of felt like a muscle cramp. I was slightly concerned about it, because I know that I'm more at risk for blood clots right now. And my mom (who has had a blood clot before) told me it feels like a muscle cramp.
So I call my orthopedic doctor yesterday, just to check. And guess where they send me?
Off to the hospital I go for an ultrasound. I'm telling myself that most likely it's not a blood clot, because I've been on injectable blood thinners all week. And who gets a blood clot while on blood thinners?
Apparently, I do. My blood must have some amazing clotting abilities.
Blood clots in your legs are dangerous, because the blood clot can dislodge and move to your heart, lungs, or brain, possibly causing a heart attack, pulmonary embolism (when a vessel gets blocked in your lungs), or a stroke.
Thankfully mine is small and in a smaller peripheral vein, so it's less likely to cause problems.
I'm on aspirin for the rest of the week and I have to keep my leg elevated. Then I have to have a second ultrasound to see if my blood clot is still there. If it doesn't dissolve, I'll have to be on blood thinners for three months.
Please pray that when they do the second ultrasound my blood clot will be gone! I'm afraid if they put me on the blood thinners for three months I won't be able to feed Wyatt anymore, and I'm just not ready to give it up. So if you all could add me to your prayer lists, I'd appreciate it.
And just in case you are wondering, this is how I get my blogging done now that I'm a mother on crutches:
I know. I'm talented.
I then took my first full shower since surgery, using a small plastic table as a chair. There is no way I can stand on one leg in a wet shower stall for ten minutes without toppling over. Gracious, it was enough of an ordeal just getting myself into the shower without being able to use both legs. You never realize how much you need a complete set of functioning body parts until you don't have it.
The shower was wonderful though. Absolutely heavenly. It feels so good to be fresh and clean - thank you, honeysuckle body wash.
And can I just say that Vicodin stinks? Because it does. It makes your brain fuzzy and the room wobbles. It boggles my mind to think that some people get addicted to it on purpose. I hate, (loathe, despise, dread) the way it makes me feel. And I'm scared to take it at night, because I have a hard time waking myself up when I'm under it's influence. Maybe I'm just a control freak, but I'd rather deal with a little pain than feel that way.
I also get the
On a positive note, I am so thankful for my husband and family! They have been amazing, and they're so cheerful about helping me. I feel like a really annoying person, because I have to ask people to bring me things or carry stuff for me, since I can't walk on crutches and carry things myself - but they've been so sweet about everything.
And Wyatt is adorable. He falls asleep in the funniest positions. Case in point:
Doesn't look too comfortable to me, but then, I've never tried it.
I haven't slept in my own bed since this happened, because I'm trying to avoid trips up and down the stairs. I'm not terribly stable on my crutches yet, and I just don't want to deal with a staircase, so I've been sleeping in the upstairs spare bedroom. Maybe I'll try sleeping in our room again tonight. We'll see.
Which reminds me, I owe you all some pictures of our new room in the basement! Maybe I'll work on that post now. It's more fun to think about that, I think. Probably more fun to read about too.
It did have the advantage of making it way easier to get out of the car at the ER though, so I guess that's something.
So we waited for a while in the waiting room, then a nurse helped me get undressed and into a hall bed, and we waited again. Lots of waiting in this part of the story.
The ER doctor came up at one point, and I still had my pants on. She could see I was in pain and pronounced right there that we would probably have to cut my pants off. Derek and I told her that we could work them off without cutting them, because we already had to do it once, but it was nice that she was at least taking my pain seriously! Already so much better than the other doctor.
She looked at my knee and explained that the joint wasn't dislocated because the knee cap was still in place, and the only other way it could be dislocated was if I had hit it against something, and that wasn't what happened. She said it was probably a soft tissue injury, and that we would probably have to do an MRI and an x-ray.
We waited some more, and then they took me back for the x-ray. That was very painful. They had to get my knee to a certain level of straightness for it, and we were able to do it, but it hurt like crazy - I was begging Derek to let go for just a second at one point, but he couldn't, because they were taking the x-ray right then. He felt so bad.
We went back to the hall bed and waited some more, and the doctor came back and said that I didn't have a fracture or anything on the x-ray. She said they would probably give me a brace to use over the weekend, and I could come back the next week for an MRI and a visit with an orthopedic doctor. She went off to get my paperwork.
The nurse brought me the brace then, and we discovered a problem. The brace was made to hold your leg straight - and I couldn't straighten my leg. We tried to see if we could bend the brace for me, but we couldn't make it work.
At that point I was just dreading spending a weekend at home with my leg the way it was, and with no way to support it, so I thought I'd try to work my leg flat so that I could at least use the brace. I thought that maybe if I could get it flat it would stop hurting and I would be able to get the brace on.
I was able to work it pretty flat, but the pain didn't go away at all. It was very painful. My ER doc came by and saw how far I had straightened it, and she was pretty impressed, but she said she could tell that it was making me miserable. I asked her if there was any sort of brace that could hold my leg bent, and she said that she was going to call the orthopedic doctor and see what they could do.
We waited some more, and after a while she came back and said she had talked with the orthopedic doctor, and they had decided to bend the rules and get me in for an MRI right away. She said that she thought I was just in way too much pain to send home. I was so glad that they could do it that night, because the nurse said if they didn't do it then, it might take up to two weeks to get me in - and there's no way I could go two weeks!
So I went to get the MRI done, and that was an experience. I had to straighten my leg again for that, and it was torturous, because I had to lay back and hold it straight for twenty minutes. I just focused on the weird sci-fi noises the machine was making, closed my eyes, and tried not to think about it.
After that they wheeled me back to my trusty hall bed, and my doctor came back and told me that my meniscus was torn. Yikes! She said the orthopedic surgeon was going to come talk to me. I thanked her profusely for pulling the strings to get my MRI done that night - she was a great doctor.
So the orthopedic srugeon came and and asked me to hold my arm out straight - I think I may have mentioned this on here before, but my arms are slightly double jointed. Then he asked if I could touch my thumb to my forearm, and I can come pretty close to it. He told me that my joints are extra loose and said that as a result my meniscus had basically flipped upside down and off to the side, and it was torn. He said that trying to straighten my leg out could likely tear it further, and that's why I was in so much pain (so that "guarantee" from the urgent care lady that I wouldn't damage anything was bologna).
He said he could try to pop it back in and it would feel better, but it wouldn't repair the tear, and it would most likely happen again in the future. He said my other option was to have surgery to get it repaired and back in place, and it would be alot stronger.
I certainly didn't want to risk having it happen again in the future when I might be holding Wyatt, so surgery it was. The surgeon said they could get me in the next morning! I was so impressed and thankful for how prompt my care was.
So they admitted me to a room, and Derek ran home to let the dogs out and get a few things for me. It was a rough night, but the bed was so comfortable. Way more comfortable than the beds in Labor and Delivery.
The next morning they came and got me for surgery. The anesthesiologist came in and asked if I was pregnant, and I said I was pretty sure not, but he ran a blood test anyway to make sure before he gave me general anesthesia.
We had to wait a little while for the blood work to come back, and he and my surgeon had the discussion of what to do if my result were to come back positive. I knew it wasn't going to be positive, but I liked it that they wanted to make sure.
Finally the results came back and my surgeon called out, "I'm sorry to tell you, Callie, that you are not pregnant!" Which I thought was funny, because he was clearly not sorry to tell me that, considering the circumstances.
They put an oxygen mask on my face, and that's the last thing I remember.
I've never been put under before, except for when I had my wisdom teeth out, but I wasn't all the way under then. I kind of expected that they would make me count back from one hundred like they always do in the movies.
And maybe they did, I don't know. The next thing I knew, I woke up feeling very sleepy in the recovery room, with a humongous, heavy brace on my leg.
They took me back to my room, and I realized that the jeans I came in were not going to fit over the wrapping they had on my leg, so I asked Derek to run by Target and get me some loose pants that would fit over it. He brought me back these cute, stretchy workout pants and a pretty shirt - nice choices, Babe!
After passing the crutches "test" with the physical therapist, the nurse showed me how to give myself shots of blood thinner medication (I'm at high risk for blood clots right now), and they sent me home. I'm supposed to go back to see the orthopedic doctor later this week.
My parents took care of Wyatt while I was in the hospital - it was so hard to be away from him. I missed him like crazy. When I got home, I just sat down in a chair and held him for a little while.
I think he missed me too. He snuggled right in and fell asleep.
It's still hard to move my leg without it hurting, but it can be straight or bent now. I'm not allowed to put weight on my leg or bend it beyond 90 degrees for six weeks. Thankfully I should be healed before I go back to work, which is good, because I can't afford to take more time off from work.
But it also means that I can't take care of Wyatt by myself for the rest of my maternity leave, because there is no way that I can carry him while using crutches. I'm not even very stable just standing in place right now. So that's slightly depressing.
I hate it that I can't take care of him myself. We're going to have to figure out how to piece together the schedule for the next six weeks so I have someone to help me every day. Derek's mom is here helping me today, which I greatly appreciate!
On top of that, I can't even feed Wyatt for another week, because of the blood thinner and pain medications. Thankfully I had at least a month's worth of milk stored up in my freezer. But I miss being able to feed him.
Derek has been amazing. He's been helping me get around the house, getting things for me since I can't get them myself right now, taking care of Wyatt, making meals, preparing meals in advance for the rest of the week while he's at work . . . he's my superhero.
Even though I am feeling a little useless as a mother since I can't take care of Wyatt by myself, I know that I'm not useless. He still snuggles right in and falls asleep when I hold him. I may not be able to do some things for him right now, but he still needs me.
I could just use prayers over the next six weeks. It's going to be a little rough on me and my family.
At the same time, I'm grateful this happened now. We have good insurance, and I didn't have to wait for my surgery. We've already reached our maximum out-of-pocket for the year with our insurance, so it won't cost anything more than what we would have paid. I'd rather it happen now than when I was pregnant with Wyatt. I don't have to take any extra time off from work. I wasn't holding Wyatt when it happened.
The Lord really was watching out for us through this whole thing. It's amazing how He takes care of us, even when we go through difficult times. That's a huge blessing, and something to be thankful for!
This is how I'll be spending the next several weeks . . .
On Friday I went down to town to get my new laptop. I was pretty excited to come home and get it set up and play with it a little bit, and I was also looking forward to having an afternoon at home with Wyatt, because I've been on the go so much this past week.
When I took Wyatt out of the car and walked over to my front door. I set his car seat on the ground and got out my keys to open the door - I shifted my weight from my left leg to my right, and that's when it happened.
I heard and felt a pop in my right knee, and the next thing I knew, I was on the ground. I screamed because my leg was suddenly in horrible pain. Every time I tried to straighten my leg I couldn't help but give a little cry - I couldn't straighten it.
I was stuck there on the ground outside my front door, because I couldn't move without hurting myself.
Looking back, I'm so glad that I wasn't holding Wyatt when it happened, and that I was right there at my front door. The Lord was watching out for us.
I was able to scoot myself through the front door with my good leg, and I dragged Wyatt's car seat with me - he was crying because he was hungry. I lifted myself up into our desk chair, which is right next to the front door, and tried to call Derek and my mom (thankfully my cell phone was right there when I fell, or I would have been in a predicament).
I sat there in the chair and somehow managed to get Wyatt out of his car seat and feed him while I made some phone calls. I was bawling the entire time from pain and frustration. I got the top of Wyatt's head all wet.
After a few tries, I was able to get a hold of Derek and he left work right away to come help me - but he was still an hour away, so I called my parents. They happened to be two hours away visiting my grandpa, but they left as soon as I told them what happened, because they wanted to be there in case we needed help with Wyatt. So I tried calling my brother, and thankfully he was close by and able to come be with me until Derek got home.
Boy, it was an ordeal trying to get me back into the car so we could go to the doctor. My brother and Derek tried to stabilize my leg while they wheeled me out in the desk chair. It hurt. Every time my knee got jostled or any time I tried to straighten it, I could feel something poking out the right side of the joint - I was sure something was dislocated.
We got down to the closest urgent care center, and they got a wheelchair to take me into the building. It was difficult to get back out of the car too - everything was painful.
The people there were just rude. Wyatt started crying, but I thought he was probably just a little gassy, because he usually eats every 2 1/2 to 3 hours, and I didn't think it was close to that yet (he was actually hungry, because it was later than I originally thought - I was in pain and didn't have a clock, so obviously my sense of time was a bit off).
Anyway, since I thought it hadn't been that long since I fed him, I said to Derek that he might just be a little gassy, and one of the aids or nurses or whatever started insisting that my baby was hungry and basically laughing at me for my ignorance.
Excuse me, but I think I know my baby better than you do, and if he gets fussy in between feedings he usually has to burp or is just tired! Sheesh. Then when I was actually able to see a clock and realize how late it actually was, we gave him a bottle, and then she made a big deal about how right she was. So my visit did not get off to a good start.
The nurse came out to call my name to go back and she just stood there at the door staring at me, waiting for me to move. I was thinking "Um, you saw how hard it was for me to get out of the car - what do you expect me to do, just get up and walk back there?" Then I tried to wheel myself back there and they acted like I was stupid because the brake was still on the wheelchair - like I'm supposed to know how to work the stupid thing. I've never operated a wheelchair before.
Finally Derek started wheeling me back, and the first thing she said when we got in the room was that I was going to have to take my pants off and get up on the table. At this point I was already pretty irritated, and I told her that just wasn't happening. So she left the room and came back and took me to a different room with a lower examination table and I had to maneuver from the wheel chair to the table.
Gracious, then the doctor came in, and she was ten times worse than the nurse. She came in and said "So what's the problem, why don't you want to take your pants off?" I told her that I couldn't move my leg because of the pain! She insisted that they needed to come off for the exam, and I said that I could try. She then proceeded to tell me how I should do it. I repeated that I would try, but that I was in alot of pain.
Then she just stared at me like she didn't know what to do with me. I hate it when doctors do that. She repeated again how she needed me to get my pants off for the exam. I was pretty irritated at her at this point and I told her "Okay, I said I would try - do want me to try now or what?" Finally she got the hint and left!
Derek and I worked my pants off (and the way she suggested did not actually work, by the way), and she came back to look at me knee. She proclaimed right there that it was not dislocated and said that we needed to straighten it for an x-ray. I told her that I couldn't straighten it. She then asked me about a bazillion times whether I physically couldn't straighten it, or if I just didn't think I could because I thought it would hurt. I told her about a billion times that I didn't know if I could physically straighten it, because when I tried to straighten it I was in terrible pain and it felt like I was going to damage something.
She told me that she could "guarantee" that I wasn't going to damage anything, and then she told Derek that I was just scared. She then tried to move my leg at the hip while holding my knee steady and it hurt. When I grimaced she said, "Okay, you know I didn't actually move your knee at all there". I shrugged my shoulders and said "Okay, I'm just telling you that it hurts!"
Basically she was trying to convince me that it was just in my head, and I just didn't want to move it because I was afraid it would hurt.
I was in tears of frustration at this point. The doctor told me she couldn't understand why I couldn't straighten it, and she wanted to give me Vicodin to get rid of the pain so I could straighten it for the x-ray, otherwise we would have to go to the ER. The Vicodin would be a problem with feeding Wyatt, but she even suggested that I could give him a little milk and just see if it made him sleepy! I'm sorry, but I don't want to experiment on my baby, thank you. I took the Vicodin and just planned to throw the milk out for a day or so.
My mom came back at this point (my parents and sister were there at the urgent care with us, watching Wyatt), and when she saw how upset I was, she asked Derek to get my dad so he could hear how they were treating me too. So Derek went to get my dad.
When Derek asked my dad to come back, the doctor said that my dad couldn't come back. What? She said they had a one person limit. Derek said that my mom and him were already back there, so that was already past the limit, but she insisted my dad couldn't come back.
That was pretty much the straw that broke the camel's back. The doctor mentioned that maybe we should go to the ER, and Derek said that we were going to the ER because he was very unhappy with how they were treating me.
Derek can sometimes be pretty vocal about speaking his mind to people, and sometimes I give him a hard time about it, but I was sure glad he told that lady what he thought. In this country, as of now anyway, patients are customers, and we're under no obligation to go to a specific doctor. There's no excuse for treating a patient like that.
So I made the painful trip back to the car, said a tearful goodbye to Wyatt because my parents were going to take hime for a little while, and then off to the ER we went.
This post is already far too long, so I'm going to put the rest of the story in another post.
Prayers would be appreciated. Details coming, but I do know that I'll be on crutches for six weeks, which will make it hard for me to take care of Wyatt by myself. Not sure what we're going to do there.
I miss my baby boy. This is my first night away from him.
Just keep me in your prayers (like I know you will). Thanks, Friends.
After a horrid visit to an urgent care center with very rude people who insisted that my knee is not dislocated (I think it is), they got irritated with me (they acted like it was all in my head), and sent me here. Hopefully it's an easy fix and not something more serious.
Sorry if this post makes no sense. I let the urgent care people talk me into taking a Vicodin, and now I feel really loopy.
Anyway, this will probably make for a great story on Monday. Stay tuned.