Quick update

As always, there is something going on in my life. Just want to update you and let you know I didn’t just forget y’all. I had a lump removed from my hip. It came up while I was in the hospital having Trei. With the news of my mom’s cancer still stinging my heart, I had it removed and biopsied. It wasn’t cancerous, thank God! Just a fatty/scar like mass that was infected. I am all good there, but then an ant bit me on Saturday, on Sunday I was in urgent care having a hole cut into me to drain infection. I went back yesterday to have packing removed and the doctor confirmed that I had MRSA. Yay me  So I have a hole, full of packing, extremely painful and right where my son lays to nurse. Speaking of my son, he found something interesting to play with yesterday… he is only 12 weeks old but he figured out how to hold his penis while I am changing his diaper, only part he hasn’t figured out is to let it go when I set his legs down. His scream was blood curdling. He now has this red mark going down his penis where he had a tight grasp and I caused him to “rip it” outta his hand. Poor baby, I never thought about penis injury before zippers come into his life.

That’s it, I hope. I am ready to be done with being sick and tired.

~Cyn~

BTW, I redid my about page, let me know what y’all think

Playing catch-up

These last two weeks has been a roller coaster of ups and downs. I’m beyond tired and stressed. We started this coaster ride on March 26th. We had our OB/GYN appointment, which we saw the midwife. She assured me that we can get baby boy turned correctly, gave me some exercises to do and told me about a procedure they can do in office. I felt so much better after that appointment. Then we were off to the dentist so my husband could get his temporary crown from his root canal. There ended up being more work involved in that than they expected, so that took an hour longer. Then we picked up our oldest, loaded our van and set out to my parents house, 5 hours away.
Our trip was a very good, uneventful trip. Which with 3 kids and a very preggers mommy is always good. At my parents house, I had a birthday that I tried to let slip by. We celebrated Monkey’s 4th birthday since we were with family. I helped my Mom fill out pre-op papers for her surgery that was scheduled for later this month. Me and my husband looked into their medicare benefits and did all the insurance inquires. I was able to see my best friend that I haven’t seen in a very long time. I was so excited about our “date”. Hubs took me to downtown Greenville to Mast General Store where they sell old fashion candy and I was able to get a Cherry Mash. We went to a baby store and test drove strollers and car seats. It was just a very busy week.
When I had left my “date” with my best friend, I called my Mom to see if she needed anything. She was very horse. (My Mom has emphysema, COPD, scar tissue on her lungs and is on oxygen) I hung up with her because her neighbors had walked up (remember this). I called her new doctor and scheduled an emergency appointment. This was Thursday evening and they worked her in on Monday.
We had Monkey’s birthday party on Friday and prepared to leave the following day. We went by my mother-in-law’s house on the way out of time. Spent some time with hub’s mom and sister.
Fast forward to Monday. My Mom goes to her doctor’s appointment. She has an upper respiratory infection. Something we expected. What we didn’t expect was her neighbor (the one from earlier, that had stopped out at her house on Thursday before) was dead. When she had stopped at my Mom’s house that evening, she had thought she had stepped in a fire ant bed. She didn’t know til she was in the hospital later that she was bit by a snake. By Saturday night, she was dead.
Well, my parents are dealing with the death, plus knowing there is a live snake in their yard that could do that, then my Mom had an appointment with her lung doctor. That’s when we found out about the pneumonia and a spot that was found on her lung.
Time for panic to start setting in on me. We are now waiting on all the meds to work so we can find out about this spot. But there is a huge BUT. Her lung doctor will not allow her to be put to sleep at all. Even with everything cleared up. Her lungs are just too weak. So whether her spot is good or bad, they can’t do anything about it if it involves sedation.
Now comes to the sickness in my house. Punkydoodles started a fever this past Saturday. Meds will bring them down temporarily but not for long. In my experiences with fevers in the past, I knew she was at risk for seizures so I have kept her right by my side. She has even been sleeping in baby boy’s crib. Her fevers are very high when they peak. Usually around 104-105. When she isn’t burning up, she’s around 100. We had her in the peds office first thing yesterday and the doctor said she had a very bad sinus infection. He was able to tell me that she has a really bad sore throat and her ears hurt too. He gave her amoxicillin and instructed me to add more ibuprofen to what I was giving her. As of last night, we still are dealing with 104 temp.

I am going to finish this very long post on a somewhat good note. After my OB appointment yesterday, the doctor thinks Trei has finally turned head down. Not 100% sure but she thinks so. I start stress test every week in 2 weeks and she will take a quick ultrasound to make sure. That is a huge weight lifted if he has turned with only 6 weeks left or less.

Emergency Room Nightmare

First, let me say, my intention was not to take my 3-year-old to the emergency room. I went to her doctor’s office and he was closed. I then drove to doctor’s/urgent care and they were closed. The trip from my home to urgent care should have taken only 20-25 minutes. With spring and the great weather, it took an hour with beach traffic. This leads me to the emergency room. The last place I ever want my children when I don’t think it’s a full-blown emergency.
My 3-year-old (Monkey) woke up from her nap yesterday, like normal. We walked to the mailbox and back. I sat down on the couch to read the mail when I noticed her scratching a lot. I asked her why she was scratching and she said that something was making her itch really bad. I got her on the couch with me and took a look. She had this huge red, swollen welt on her thigh. I was quite startled when I saw it. I took a picture of it to send to my husband at work.

About that time, he called. I told him what I had found and was going to send him a picture. Then Monkey started whining that she was itching more. I pulled her dress up and it had spread up her side and onto her back in that short time.

I told my husband to come get us. We had to go to the doctor right away.
For most people, they would had watched her and give her some allergy medicine. For our family, we have to seek professional help because our children are not vaccinated. A simple something may or may not be so simple for them. This is another reason we want to keep our kids out of the emergency room.
Let the nightmare begin. We get to the ER a little after 5:30. Not very many people waiting, about 3. Good sign so far. I sign her in, we sit in triage waiting for about 20 minutes. The triage nurse asked all the normal questions and could actually see the spots appears on her while we are with her. I was very clear that Monkey did not have vaccines. That this was the huge concern with it spreading so fast.
We were sent to wait in another waiting room. People that had come in after us was going back to the ER. Then those people were being checked out and we were still waiting. An hour passed, I was getting upset. I understood there was somethings more important but was also very concerned about the “what if” that could come with the rash and no vaccine. I went to the desk and the nurse said we were next.
Sure enough, they called us next. We went to a room and hospital register came by for me to sign papers. Then we waited again. When the doctor came in, he looked at a small spot on her leg (he looked nowhere else) asked Monkey to open her mouth, then left to get his stethoscope. He listened to 3 places on her back and 2 on her front. He said, “oh, she’s just had an allergic reaction to something, we will give her a steroid and Benadryl and you can go home. If she can’t breathe later, call an ambulance. I have to set another patient’s broken wrist right now but I will sign your discharge papers after I’m done with her.” And off he went. We waited again. The longer we waited, the madder I was getting. The nurse came in with the steroid and Benadryl. I told her that I had Benadryl at home and could give it to her. I asked why we were waiting again and she said the doctor had to set a bone and when he was done with that person, he would discharge us. She could see I was very angry at this point. She got the doctor to sign the discharge papers and we were finally leaving.
We were there for more than 3.5 hours, spent less than 5 minutes with the doctor and nursing staff combined. The triage nurse was more professional and caring. By the time we left, my girls were stir crazy and I was beyond the point of caring anymore. I had done everything I could possibly do to entertain a 2-year-old, 3-year-old and a 7-year-old while waiting. It wasn’t a pretty sight when we left.
All together, we spent more than 3 hours waiting and roughly 20 minutes with hospital staff combined. If we were not that important, why have us sit around taking up space and resources. The doctor was very clear about who was important and who was not.
I am still very angry and I do plan on making a complaint with the hospital. My oldest was even asking why other people was more important than her sister. I apologize for the long rant and I thank you for bearing with me on this.