Cayden's upcoming surgery

So I'm sitting here, while not yet in true worry mode, I am apprehensive. Cayden's surgery for the Velopharyngeal Insuffiency is coming up on February the 15th. The VPI is a congenital abnormality. He's the baby of the family, our wonderfully rotten Sir Brat Of Emoville or Schizophrenic Superhero.

Due to stress when I was pregnant with him, my doctor put me on a medication called vistaril. Well while looking up that medication, I found that it does cause congenital abnormalities. Now I'm scared wondering okay if this is what caused the vpi what do we do. When he goes in for the surgery at the Arkansas Children's Hospital, I will ask his surgeon Dr. Buckmiller about it. She is also going to do genetic testing on him, to see if he has the gene that causes this. If not, then we may never know what caused Cayden to have this.

On other news we are house hunting. We looked at a 4 bedroom 2 bath home yesterday. I can see us making that "home" for us, for a very long time. We decided that Cayden & Rylee will share a room, just a way for us to contain the mess that they inevitably make. Plus they don't fuss near as much with eachother as they do with Tristian & Laci.

I'm missing my parents quite a bit. It's nothing for me to call Mom & Dad and talk to them for atleast 45 minutes to an hour. I'm so excited that they will be coming up here when Cayden has his surgery. I may be 31 but I'm going to need my Mommy that day. I will be picture happy when they are here. Our plans are that Mom will stay with me down at the hospital over night when Cayden does have his surgery. Since we'll have to watch for signs of sleep apnea, looks like her and I will be watching him like a hawk when he comes home too.

It's been rough for Cayden. He had to get his tonsils and adenoids removed on 11/11/10, plus also got his tongue clipped being he was tongue tied. Once I get new tires and the transmission fixed on the durango then we can resume his speech therapy at Theraplay twice a week.

Other news is Rylee is now on depakote for adhd. What a difference a little pill makes for her. Gone are the tantrums from hell, gone are her getting emotional over the slightest thing, I still have my Rylee just a calmer version of her. No she doesn't act like a zombie either, they put her on depakote. She's able to be asleep by a decent time every night, instead of staying up till 3 or 4 am and getting back up for school at 6. So it's been pretty pleasant in Ryville lol.

S.W.V

Honesty

Sitting here doing a lot of soul searching, and wondering really if I was a mind reader, what would I find? Strangely enough I'm not mad, I feel numb. Just like something died inside. Just came to the realization that one aspect will never change. It's time I come to terms with it, and accept my fate. I feel lost right now. I don't know which direction to go. Maybe in some sick way I enjoy this feeling, maybe I bask in it. Wishing I could just go to bed and not wake up. When trust is broken, what is left? While love still remains, a huge fissure has appeared in the foundation. Must keep busy, because what I really want to do is so extremely selfish, I can't put my children through that. THEY keep me going..... nothing else.

I've Been One Emo Chick

So yes after looking through my blog, I deleted some posts. I sounded far too emo than I really am. So Mini-me & S.S. are now taking Taekwondo. Which means I hide from my children even more than normal, they are now fully equipped in ways to kill me. Yes I sleep with one eye open too.

Teddy & Yoshie's procreation Pudgerz is turning into devil dog. I don't know if it's the dog teen thing or what, but Pudge tries to kick Teddy's butt all the time. The cuteness factor is wearing off.

Kaligurl & Guitarzan got hitched while down in Texas. I said well now you got a license to do whatever lol.

I haven't written much lately. Nothing interesting to put my two cents in about.

Sarcastic One Liners

Lol so I've come to the conclusion...... that my children are just as sarcastic and full of attitude as I am. Drama Queen is the most random of them all, and she ALWAYS speaks her mind. How most of us have that lil bell go off in our heads, when we're about to say something that we know we shouldn't? Well that bell is missing from Miss Drama Queen's head. lol A one liner from her, which made me go into my room and laugh my butt off, was is she is now at that stage, where she is quite morbid. But she is so serious and matter of fact about it, that you can't help but laugh. When we had tornado warnings a couple of weeks back, which I at first reassured her that we would be ok, and then I cracked up. "If we get a tornado we'll die." Or... "If you eat too much of that you'll get diabetes." So about every end of a sentence with her is now some kind of medical problem or you die.

My favorite one liner I thought up in the past 2 weeks is "That boy is so wigga, he makes Vanilla Ice look gangsta!" Admit it, you are now singing Ice, Ice, Baby in your head, probably busting out with the running man too.

Leave comments with some of your favorite sarcastic quotes. :)

Couple Time

Oh wow this time with my husband Jt, was AMAZING. For one yes we do have 4 children, and an emo dog Smushface. We have been happily together since March, 23, 2003. During that time up until now, we've only gotten some couple time in April of 05, when we went down to Kemah for a few days, as a belated honeymoon to eachother being we got married March 23, 2005. Since then while we've went out here and there, although not often. We've never gotten away just us. Sometimes love needs a holiday, & for us, this was well earned, and well needed. Both of us came back home with a renewed sense of self, & acting like we had just began dating. Yes I know what you're thinking, after 6 years of being together, you're still crazy about eachother? To answer your question: yes. Our first night there was Sunday so we went out to dinner at Western Sizzling. If y'all haven't ordered a steak from there, you my friends are seriously missing out. If you have one close to you, go. Mine and Jt's favorite restaurant we went too was Fisherman's Wharf. The restaurant is beautiful, with it being right on the water, & the food was sensational. I ate swordfish for the first time, and let me tell you, that was hands down the best fish I have ever eaten. The waiter was super nice, although at one point I wasn't too sure if he was hitting on me or my husband, once we finished dinner and got in our car, Jt echoed that very thought. lmfao So yes we both had a wonderful time. It was nice being just a couple & not being Mom and Dad.

If You're Sick & Ya Know It.....

... um sneeze? So Wednesday I had a sore throat, and was feeling kinda crummy. Then Thursday morning, Jt woke me up and I looked at him and said "I feel like poopy." Sure enough I had a fever, achy, congested, runny nose, and just generally feeling well crappy. So I took some tylenol, Kaligirl & Guitarzan moved into their own place across the street, after Labor Day weekend. She was getting their cable hooked up so she came over to get her computer. I opened the door and said "I'm sick." She offered to take S.S for a lil bit so I could get some rest. As soon as she went out the door with him, I lock the front door and went to go soak in the tub. I knew the fever had returned because I was freezing again, and even had goose bumps in the tub. 0.o Turns out the fever was 102. So more tylenol, I started reading Eclipse yesterday and knocked out in the chair.
The kids get home from school and I told them look Mommy is really sick so I'm gonna go in my room for a bit. Then I decided ok another bath would be good. Yes 2 baths in one day, I'm a clean sick person damnit!!! Jt comes home from work, God bless him he brought me some tylenol severe cold medicine, & sprite. I passed out on the couch while watching tv with the family. Jt wakes me up at 8 pm to get in bed, so I did. Then couldn't go back to sleep until around 10, at one point I got up, to go get another sprite, and saw my arch nemesis sitting on the top shelf in the fridge.... staring back at me was orange juice. (I hate juice by the way. Juice is not my buddy.... I'd much rather drink plain water. For those of you who know how much I hate water... realize how much I detest juice.)
I got up this morning with Jt, after the kids had left for school already. I took a dose of the cold meds, drank some coffee with Jt. Then he says I got you some orange juice too, and I want you to drink some of it today. I said "Yep I saw it last night when I got up to get a sprite." The fever is staying away with the meds. Under strict orders from Dr. Jt, I am now choking down a glass of orange juice. I've only been working on this glass of orange juice for about 2 hours. I know my husband he will check the container of orange juice when he gets home to make sure that I did drink some of it. S.S. has a cough, so I gave him a dose of his triaminic. No fever though for him.
At the rate I'm going with this glass of orange juice, I may have it finished by noon. So cheers y'all. Btw I don't think I have swine flu.... I'm not snorting or anything. :p

The Eviction Of Buford

First off I have no clue why I named it Buford, guess it's because b for butt. Point being I had a pain in my ass literally. (I'm talking about a hemorrhoid for those of you who can't figure it out. lol) This is the same Buford I have dealt with since the birth of Mini-me 11 years ago. But it always went away with the preparation h. This time however, Buford mutated. By mutated I mean, it's like the darn thing was drinking miracle gro.
Within 3 days, it was huge. By huge I mean, picture if you will, half of your booty is taken up by this "thing." So I had an "aha" moment. I thought ok, get a different preparation h, and do the sitz baths. No relief at all. So Tuesday morning I decided I would take a picture of Buford with my cell phone, so I could see it. Then I had an even better idea, and decided I would then email this picture to my Mom down in Texas, being that I couldn't have her look at it, since we live 8 hours apart from eachother. Let me tell you that was one embarrassing conversation to have with my Mom. It went something like this:

Me: "Um Mom... I need your opinion on something... check your email.
Mom: "Ok, what is it"
Me: "Well I have a hemorrhoid & it's huge. I can't explain it so I took a pic."
Mom: *laughs*
Me: "So what should I do?"
Mom: "Go to a doctor."

I'm stubborn as heck being that Guitarzan's (my brother in law) fiance Kaligirl, told me before I talked to my Mom, to go to the hospital. So what do I do? I then call the hospital, and get their opinion. The hospital's reply: "You need to come in and be evaluated." ( I told y'all I was stubborn.) So there I sat in the garage, ok not really sitting, more like balancing on my left hip, sideways in the chair. Smoking a cigarette, and preparing myself for the most EMBARRASSING reason I have ever went to a hospital for. Yes, hush I know what you are thinking. "She's had kids, why should she be embarrassed about having her southern half looked at." That my friends is an easy answer. The hoo-hoo being looked at is one thing, having your pooper looked at is an entirely different story.
With my trusty, cell phone in hand, Kaligirl takes me to our ER. First off the waiting room was EMPTY. I totally had a "Dawn Of The Dead" moment, but was happy being that I wouldn't have to sit in the waiting room. Sitting at this point was a cruel joke indeed. Actually if someone would have said to me "Have a seat", I would have probably punched them in the face. Well ok not probably I would have. I filled out the sign in sheet, and told the receptionist that I had spoken to someone at the hospital, about Buford and they said to come in. In the span of a minute, I was in triage. Woohoo for speedy service. After being checked out, into a room I go. The nurse passes me one of those mandatory hospital gowns.

Nurse: "Ok put this on, & get in the bed."
Me: "Do I have to take everything off?"
Nurse: "Yes."
Me: "Even my bra?"
Nurse: "Yes, everything."
Me: "Okay but I'm not taking off my socks."

I then showed the nurse the picture of Buford on my cell phone and said:

"This is Buford, & I want Buford to leave. But Buford refuses to go bye-bye."

The nurse was cracking up laughing and said "You're definitely the best Er patient we've ever had." I said well the last time we were here, was due to the fact that our youngest son, put a bb in his ear. (He was also told he was the best er patient they had.) The nurse said "Oh yeah I was here that night, did the Ent get the bb out." I said yeppers.

Kaligirl kept me in good spirits. She had dealt with this before, & at that point the comedic relief she provided was appreciated. Then the world as I knew it forever changed. The dr. came in, looked at Buford and said two words that automatically pushed my anxiety over the edge. I heard "needle" & "cut." The doctor said that Buford was a thrombosed external hemorrhoid, and the reason why the preparation h was not helping. I then said "Well y'all better give me something for my nerves, because I'm about to crawl outta my skin." A short while later, the male nurse came in and gave me a medicine cup full of happy pills. One percocet & 3 ativan's. Within perhaps 30 minutes, I was higher than all the hippies at woodstock. I don't care, that needle going into the hemorrhoid with the lidacain, hurt like a mofo. I felt like my butt was on fire.
The ending to this ordeal is that Buford died. The clot was almost dime sized, which was why I was hurting so badly. My parting gifts were: a butt full of gauze, being lost somewhere between loopyville and fubared, & a prescription for percocet. I am healing well, but still hurt, the potty and I are not friends at the moment.

SWV aka Mama times 4