Thursday, February 28, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
The most exciting thing that happened this weekend involves one of those big exercise balls. Our friend Chris had told me that they used one of them to bounce their kid to sleep. Previously, I had been walking & bouncing around the house for hours with Jonathan when he would have a gassy night (which seemed to be like every night lately). So now we have been sitting on the ball and bouncing, bouncing, bouncing our lil' man ... making all 3 of us very happy.
We had a great weekend. Relaxed, went to Ryan's birthday party (it was at an indoor play yard with this massive 2 story blow up slide- everyone went down it...even Mark) and the 3 of us ran errands today. I can only anticipate that this week will be good too.
Well I had more stuff to say but to get to this point I had to reboot my laptop twice. And in doing so it seems that my frustrations have zapped my creative juices.
Going to bounce my lil' butt to bed. How exciting...Mark is going to try to take the first feeding tonight (which usually strikes between midnight and 2a).
Thursday, February 21, 2008
I can't believe it's been a couple of weeks since I've posted a blog. The picture of my guts doesn't count. I believe I was still in the hospital and I was frustrated with writing on my cellphone. Now that I have a computer in front of my it is a lot easier to type and yet I still haven't sent out a blog. Thank God for Jenna, keeping up her blogging, or they might have shut down my blog by now. Sorry for the wait. I wonder how many of these apologies I will write.
So now I am home and by now feeling much better. It was great to get out of the hospital. Obviously. I was ready to leave a few days before they were ready for me to go. That made it very difficult. I don't have a problem with being in the hospital if there is good reason. The last couple of days there, I was getting up much better, eating solids and feeling better about the c-diff. I would get up in the morning, get dressed, and then sit around the whole day. It got old, quick.
Thankfully I have very good friends and family. Jeremy came to visit me almost every day. I know that must have been a pain in the ass driving down there on the 405 durring rush hour traffic, but he did it. He brought his laptop with him and a couple of DVDs one night. We tried watching "Balls of Furry" but we had to turn it off. In the opening of the movie, the main charicter is hitting a ping pong ball off another guys head. It made me laugh so hard. And because laughing made me hurt so bad it became funnier and we laughed even harder and it hurt worse. We couldn't stop laughing so we had to turn off the move and Jeremy had to leave the room.
Jenna also came down to visit me all the time which was great. I know I couldn't have done this without her. She was, and is, such a trouper. It's amazing the kind of strength she has shown. She would go to work every morning, drive down to the hospital to see me, and then go home to take care of Jonathan. It was so tiring for her and yet she kept on. I don't think there is any way for me to say thank you enough.
Then there is Nicole, Jenna's sister. Nicole works at the hospital in the NICU department. She works down on 2nd floor on Tuesdays and Thursdays. On the days she worked, she would come and visit me at least 3 times during the day. It was so nice to have someone so close by. One afternoon when Nicole came to visit, we went on a walk and I got to see the room she works in. It was like a little field trip. I even had to get my permission slip signed by the doctor.
Finally the day came for me to go home. It was a little passed due. I couldn't sleep well the night before, knowing they were going to take the drain out of my side. This drain is a plastic bulb connected to a tube that runs into my gut. It went into me just below my incision. I had been told it was uncomfortable to take out. I had heard that before when they were going to take out my nose tube, so I knew what that meant. It was going to hurt. And it did. They started pulling on it. At first it wouldn't come out. They had to lay the bed down further and try again. The second try worked. The end of the tube is bigger then the tube itself so when they pulled it through ... lets just say it sucked! But finally it was out and I was free. I packed up my stuff and within about 20 min. they had a wheelchair there to take me away.
Jeremy was coming down from Valencia to get me but I was afraid it was going to take a while in the traffic. I wanted out sooner then that. I called Anna, a good friend of Jenna and I who works with me at LADP Santa Monica, and she agreed to come get me. Anna and Glen (another friend of ours whom we work with) were just pulling up to the loading dock at the same time I arrived. It was so wonderful, finally freedom. Not just any freedom either, this one came with an Ice'd Mocha from Starbucks! Thanks Anna and Glen!! They took me to the office, which is very near the hospital, to wait for Jeremy who showed up the same time we got there. Glen took a couple of pictures of my scar and then I was off for home.
I'm going to quit this post here. I've got things to do today and I want to get this up on the board sooner then later. Everyone is doing great though. I am able to do more and more each day. I am feeling stronger, better and faster ... cue the Six Million Dollar Man music. I made a video the other day, "A day in the life". It was too boring to post though so all you get is this. Enjoy. I will start work on my next blog tonight. It seems like there is so much to write about and at the same time nothing. If that makes sense.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
That was the quote of the weekend. As Uncle Mark lifted his shirt to show Dylan his scar and to explain why he was "fragile". Phew Dylan was super sweet and checked it out. I really have come to admire kids. Being the quintessential planner, I have already wondered how or when Jonathan will kinda grasp all that had surrounded and changed his world when he was only 13 days old. Will he understand all of this or does he even really ever need to know? All I have to say is, if my son sleeps in our bed or isn't potty trained til' he's 4 yrs old... please cut me some slack.
Mark wasn't a baby himself this week. He pressed on, got another chemo shot in his tiny bootie, hobbled around the mall and into our work one day and tonight we enjoyed sushi (take-out) with Jeremy. We have an appointment with Dr. Singh this Tuesday--- we will fill her in and we are seeing her to get more pain meds and an insurance referral to a UCLA Hepatologist and a G.I. doctor.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Long weekend. Settled in. Realized that hospitals are no fun but they did wait on us hand and foot (that is the saying, right?). Mark is moving around really well. He did go awall once on me, and walked to the Old Navy around the corner from us, and I freaked out on him and made him promise not to ever do it. He is very bored and is pondering taking the city bus to get around since he can't drive yet. "nobody walks in L.A." but the bus ... seriously people he must be bored.
Otherwise, we are doing a lot of eating. We need to fattin' him up. I swear Mark is now known as the skinny one of the two of us and I just can't be married to a man with a smaller bootie than mine! HAHA. So like that book I keep wanting to read we continue to "Eat, Love and Pray".
2 UCLA doctor appointments tomorrow ... stay tuned.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Its hard to type on my phone so I will write a longer update when I have a laptop in front of me or when I am finally home. I'm doing great though. Today is my first day of solid foods. Very exciting although I have to take it real slow. Thanks again for all of everyone's support. It has helped make this bareable. Until next time.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
We are getting ready to gather around the 9 inch TV screen in Mark's room to watch the big game.
baked a breeze biscuits
blew a gasket
blew the sparkplugs
broke the seam
busted a grumpy
cleft a boofer
cracked the ripper
cut a gasser
cut a melon
cut the cheese
droped a fart
fluttered the sheets
let Fred out
let one rip
let wind fly
made a bingo
made a stink
played the butt trumpet
rip the canvas
roared from the rear
shoot the breeze
sunk my battleship
sneezed in one's pants
split the seam
started a Harley
started the engine
step on a duck
step on a frog
stomped on the barking spider
stripped a gear
YEAH!!! The tube can finally come out. Ok ... No more talking about this kind of private stuff. It's not like I want the whole world to know. I'm shy.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Mark is looking great. And he is using the morphine much less. He has gone on four 30 minute walks today. Once he stinkers he can get that darn tube out of his nose. Do you know how many times I have gotten annoyed when he rips a stinky fart at home and now I actually found myself praying earlier today for Mark to fart. Even I see the humor in that. So on that note everytime you fart tonight think of Mark (heehee).
Friday, February 1, 2008
The baby is doing good. He is still getting up 2 to 3 times during the night though. Thank god for my mom and sister taking turns sleeping over our house and helping me. There is no way I could have gotten thru the week without some assistance. My other sister has been doing the "swing shift" between when the nanny leaves and I get home from the hospital. And Lisa offered to watch the baby on Sunday during the day- which is super helpful, so Jeremy and I can watch the SuperBowl with Mark at the hospital... GO GIANTS :)