Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Yearly

Let me start this blog by saying "I'm sorry mom...I know it's not ladylike to talk about the yearly appointment...please feel free not to read."



So, there I was...exactly on time for my yearly appointment that was 1 year and 10 months overdue.


Yep, I'm talking about the yearly.


This was my first visit where I could whole-heartedly say that this is no longer my Obstetrician office, but my full-fledged Gynecologist office. I'm good with that.

But never the less, I come in...and since it's an awesome office- the turn over is low.  So, I'm seeing MA's and RN's and assistants that have held my hand through pregnancies, ultrasounds, infertility, and everything in between...and they're like old friends.  Only the old friends I haven't seen in a while.  But still...good to see them.

Even as I was filling out paperwork, the questions came up:



____________________________________________________________________
When was your last period:  Friday (sorry, the date escapes me, and I don't have a phone on me so I'm essentially helpless)

How long are your cycles:  I'm not sure.  But I'm ornery every 3-4 weeks.

Are you currently pregnant: No. (see aforementioned period on Friday)

Are you planning on becoming pregnant soon:  No, no no noooooooooooooo
_____________________________________________________________________



I had to snicker to myself.  Because I know this is a generalized form, but hey...there are 80 year-olds who come in this office and have to fill out this same paperwork.  I can only imagine the rise they get out of the last question.


 (Note to self:  When I'm 80,
write "yes, with God's help."
just to see the reaction from
the doctor).


So...then my name gets called...and it's the part I'm dreading...the weigh-in.  It's this I've been hiding from.  This is why it's overdue.  Because I let that number determine my self worth.  And I sit there with nothing but that number in the back of my head all darn day. Week. Month. Year.

So...then I weigh in, and ask to pee- basically because I do have to pee, but also to clear out the numbers on the scale.  Because when I came in, there were numbers left up, and I saw how much the sweet little pregnant little lady weighed even with a huge belly.  (did I mention little?)  And I thought "no one needs to see my number." 

Blood pressure: ok.  (take that, darn weight)
Pulse: still beating...and good (surprising because it was INSANE to get me here on time this morning, and just less than 15 minutes ago it was racing because I was running to get there on time...and had a cup of coffee...ok, two).

Then she leaves with the instructions I hear every time I'm here


...gown open to the back, sheet across your lap. 


Bah.


Ok...so here's where my real work begins.  Because I can never tie those darn gowns.  I can get the top one tied ok, but I feel like a contortionist trying to get the middle one...so I'm there- looking like I"m chasing my own tail walking in circles in this 10x10 office...pretty sure I am about to throw my shoulder out of socket. 


Well...skip it. 

So, I pull the gown closed as tightly as possible, and sit "quietly" on the paper, and drape the sheet securely over the rest of me.  But...guess what.

 I keep my sunglasses on my head. 

 Because I needed something other than doctor-provided cotton to give me some security.  And apparently, sunglasses on my head has become my anchor to prevent me from floating into the sea of Abysmal Unclothed Embarrassment.

And then it hits me....


There is a gas bubble brewing.


 I can hear it gurgling in my stomach. 

 It's loud and angry. 

I can literally feel it moving south.


Bless me.


 COME ON, BODY!  Can't you play along nicely- just this ONCE???


The projection that it's moving south is just about faster than the speed of light...and I start to clinch up.  I'm weighing my options...

Do I:


a) let it go and pray there's no odor, or if there is it dissipates quickly???
b) keep clinching and pray for the best?

I'm weighing my options:

A) doesn't work.  I know I have GI issues...for a while now.  There's no such thing as a non-odor gaseous emanation for GI peeps.  No.such.thing.  They're all bad.  And it's just me in this room. No one to blame it on.  Just me.  Waiting with nothing but doctor-provided cotton cloth and sunglasses.

ok- next option:

B)   Just clinch it.  It's my only hope.  I can pray that it will die down and sit quietly in some corner of my gut during the exam...and pray...and pray. 


So, plan b is working well...until I start to sweat.  This nasty bubble has made my entire body break out in a cold sweat.  I'm sweating so bad that the "gown" is starting to stick to me and I need to wipe my brow and upper lip (sexy, I know).

So, then I'm moving around a bit.  Trying to get comfortable.  And what do I realize but the sweat episode has now glued the paper sheet to my exposed skin.  Anywhere I was exposed, now is covered with concrete paper.  Lovely. 

Again, my options:


a) sit there and cover the shredded paper with my ample behind and doctor-provided sheet

or

b) quickly redress the bed and throw away the shredded sheet.


b.  GO GO GO.

Thankfully, the bed was easy to redress and there I am- with new paper on the bed, a few papers stuck to my backside that I'm desperately trying to peel off- standing on the step stool ready to quick plop down when she knocks on the door- because God forbid I sit my sweaty behind down on the paper any sooner than necessary.



Wait...I'm still sweaty- and I'm standing, so I start fanning myself.  Dry off, please dry off.



Knock, knock.


Plop down, cover up..."come in"


The rest of the story is inconsequential (and also tmi), but other than a "well, you're down 10 pounds from when we last saw you...so that's a start.  Keep going."



and my omission of not-saying "well, I'm actually down 24 pounds, but you don't have that documented...so I'm not telling you"

And an examination of a few suspect moles, I am in good health and on my merry way.

But I can say that plan b's worked. 
 
Both of them. 
 
So the long and the short of it is, plan A isn't always the best plan- plan b is usually good.  If executed correctly, things can work out...or you could break into a cold sweat, but keep trying anyway. 
 
 You'll get through. 


Thursday, May 28, 2015

The safe place

There are some big changes coming in our little world.

Big changes for us, that is. 

It probably won't affect many of you as much as it will us.


That's a different story for a different day, though...
(we're all healthy and our marriage is good....just lots of big changes- don't worry- we will update soon)


....because despite what the details are on our changes, this post deals with changes in general.


And how we deal with them, right?


This is a new season of parenting for Dave and I.

Meaning: this is the first time we're helping
our children navigate a heartbreak.


Up until now, we have only helped dry tears of skin abrasions and being too tired. 

Temporary things.


This is certainly a "before and after" moment in their lives.


So...my kids are dealing with it in different ways according to the way God wired them.

Both of them are turning to prayer. 

All on their own. 

And their prayers start for people other than themselves. 
(side note: oh, my mama's heart....)


On the other hand:

A. is showing a trend to anxiety attacks and OCD issues.

Middle C bottles everything up and shows anger bursts and then nightmares.



When these nightmares hit, naturally Middle C ends up at my bedside; cold, clammy and shaken.

I invite him into our bed- because I know that this is his safe-space.  Where he feels loved and safe.  He calms down after some time and falls into a deep deep sleep.  The kind of trusting sleep that cannot be shaken.  The kind of sleep that is balm for a hurting soul.

Then I lay there and listen to he and Dave breathing.  Peaceful in their sleep, but I'm awake now...

...my brain doesn't shut off.

                                             ...my child is hurting....


                                                                                 ....my heart is hurting....


....the future is uncertain.

Then I start to pray.

I start by being thankful for all we have, all we have been through, for the times God has called us to be obedient and we have listened.  I ask for convicting where I need to be convicted.  And, as Middle C blissfully slept in his safe place, I asked for God to show me where MY safe place was.



And He answered.

He reminded me of a conversation I had with my bestie, Gina, more than 20 years ago.

In that 2 a.m. place, God brought to me a 30 second conversation that is

OVER TWO DECADES old.

Two decades, people.
(side note:  how did I get this old?!?!?)

When she described her safe place in times of trouble:

Right in God's hands.


She said that she imagined these HUGE hands of God's cupped and her sitting right in the middle of it all- teeny tiny, but totally protected.  Nothing could touch her in that place...there was only peace, love and God's protection.




God used a very old conversation - a mustard seed planted by my friend so so long ago- to solidify and calm my troubled heart this week.

And since that moment, I have been at peace.  I am ready to make big decisions, and I am ready to follow my husband's lead.

So...now, in the midst of all this turmoil, I know that I am in a safe place.

The safest place.


I am held.
 
I am protected.
 
I am safe.
 
I am ready.
 
 
 
 
 


Friday, May 8, 2015

Counting Mine {364-386}

Friends, this is a therapy post.  It's for me.  Feel free not to read. 

My MOPS mentor mom - even though she was absent from our meeting yesterday- still found a way to bless me and God used her and her circumstances to pierce my heart.  She left a gift for each of us at our table...and followed it up with an email reminding us to be thankful...in all circumstances.  That has always been a motto of mine as well, but as soon as the sh*t hit the fan this week, I failed.

I forgot to be thankful.

So, in an effort to calm my heart amidst the storm...I need to focus on what is good.

(More on the storm later...but if you could pray for me, my family, my friends, our school and our current church body...that would be great.)



364.  Lori.  For who she is.  For what she does.  For listening.  For praying.  For keeping her eyes on God while caring for your husband.  Her grace does not go unnoticed. (And if you would pray for Lori and her husband, Dave, that would be wonderful too)

365.  For the sisterhood of steering. 

366.  For laughter that was balm for my soul. 

367.  #helpishelpful

368.  For the superfruit cosmopolitan.  (It's essentially healthfood, right???)

369.  For Barb.  Oh, my heart loves Barb.  She is steadfast.  She is supportive.  She is an ear.  She offers help.  She has the gift of hospitality (dude...seriously....).  This woman's heart...I just love her.  I'm so so so thankful for her in my life.

370.  Hugs.

371.  Cappicino Crunch Ice cream (a very very small bowl...but it was so good).

372.  For a silent hand-hold in the middle of the night.

373.  For other parents to link arms with during this journey of parenthood

374.  For boundaries.  And understanding when and where they are needed before they are crossed.

375.  For wise pastoral counsel

376.  For just the right speaker to come in at just the right time.

377.  For someone to send me the perfect pin at just the perfect time

378.  For breakfast dinner

379.  For a clearer defination of the words "righteous anger" and the separation between that and "sinful anger"

380.  For punching bags

381.  For obedient hearts

382.  For history.  History in small circles.  Circles that you didn't realize overlapped.

383.  For fast drying toe nail polish

384.  For release.  Freedom.

385.  For the "I'm sorry"

386.  For the forgiveness.

Friday, April 10, 2015

An update of sorts

My friend and I exchange bullet-pointed emails a few times a day. 

Possibly because we are too busy to form a well-structured paragraph. 

Possibly because we are both ADD.

Possibly because it's the easiest way to get a bunch of information out in a short period of time.


Today, you get a bulleted update:

-  My house is on it's way to being officially organized.  (notice I didn't say squeeky clean...no one has time for that).  Seems like every spring break we do this...to find a lost library book. 

-  I have not found said book.

-  Yet.

-  My boys gave me a gift at my parent's house on Monday and vaccuumed out our van.

-  And then left the light on, and I ended up with a dead battery.

-  I worked with an amazing team coordinating our school's auction.

-  It was an amazing success- thanks to so many who are willing to open their hearts and wallets and support our little school.

-  The last 10 minutes of the night were my favorite.  Where so many people raised their numbers to sponsor a child for a month's worth of tuition.  My heart still swells when I think about it.  Pure, un selfish, generosity. 

-  We decided not to go anywhere for an extended period of time during spring break so I could potty train baby L.  Four days in, and she's toileting herself (or asking to go if we're out and about) without accidents.  Awesomesauce.



-  Truth be told, she was probably ready 6 months ago.  But I was too busy running around to do anything about it. 

-  A has had a growth spurt.  He is only a few inches away from being eye-to-eye with me.  I know this is part of his growing up...but my heart is not ready for that.



-  C has decided to give baseball a try this spring.  We made a deal with him- if he played fall soccer, he'd try baseball in the spring.  My mom-gut says he's going to get bored in baseball and miss soccer.  But at least he will have tried something new...but I do believe he's a soccer player at heart.



-  Dave remains busy, busy, busy.  Which makes me so so proud of him.  After 12 years of business, he has maintained a busy schedule solely by word-of-mouth.  Well, that's not entirely true...he had two weeks in there...one week when C. was a baby and one week when baby L. was small...where he had only small jobs....but he worked on the Love Shack, and then things got crazy again.  So...I'm still proud.


-  I am starting a MOPS group at our church this fall.  If you are the praying type, I covet your prayers for this new group: that God would bless the moms who sign up with the same type of community I have found at my local MOPS.  My life wouldn't be the same without it.

-  We hosted our families for Easter afternoon.  With our annual Easter Egg hunt.  I love watching the kiddos run for it.  My heart love love loves these guys.


-  We took our annual Easter Well-head family picture.  Which I wasn't going to post...because the picture is not the greatest, and my pose is very weird...but whatevs.  When you're running back through dog-poop-land-mined gravel down hill in heels to beat the timer, you'll have that.
 


-  The boys have spikey hair now.  They were growing it out, but the shaggy got to me.  While A is still obedient enough, and I can still manipulate C into submission, I decided to bite the bullet and take them to get their hair cut.  First time in over 2 years I've paid for a hair cut for them.  Not too shabby.  Although, I about choked on my saliva when she gave me a total.

- There is more to say here, but I have a little one who is showing me it's time for attention on her.  So, that's another post for another day.  Hope to see you before next quarter!

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Just sayin'

So...C is on a preventative inhaler for his asthma.

It costs a lot as far as prescriptions go, and every time I have to pick it up, the pharmacy tech always says, "This one has a higher co-pay.  Are you prepared for that?"

I always shake my head sideways and say, "Yes. I know what my responsibilities are."


Anyways....


C's inhaler count was running low.

I call the pharmacy to refill.

"Ma'am, there are no more refills for this.  You need to call the doctor to have them call in a new prescription."

Call the doctor

"Yes, but he's due for an asthma/well-child check up.  We won't refill it until we see him."


Sigh.

"I understand.  But we only have 3 puffs left, and I can't get in until next week. And I really don't like coming in for well-child check ups during cold and flu season because our well-child check-ups expose us to sickness, and we end up getting SICK from the WELL-child."



"Well, I suppose we can call in one refill for you to tide you over until we see you.  We'll make his appointment for first thing in the morning so you won't be exposed to a waiting room full of people."


Appointment made.

Script called in.

I pick it up: wrong inhaler.  They called in the rescue inhaler...not the preventative.

(There's $46.87 that we cannot return....ahem)

More phone calls...one month's worth of new inhaler ($186.14), and we're on our way.



So, we head to the doctor for our well-child/asthma check up first thing Tuesday morning.

We stand in our corner of the waiting room...no one touches a chair (they have been taught this).


Get to our room.

Doctor* comes in.  He's sick.  Congestion, flushed face, coughing...


Lovely.




So...today- 48 hours after said well-child visit...C wakes up with a fever, congestion and coughing. 


Baby L. is complaining of her "forehead hurting."


Seriously.




Just sayin'

 
*This is where I say that we do love our doctor...just not necessarily on days he is sick.

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Counting Mine {343-363}

343.  Teamwork.  When the team is ALL working toward a goal.

344.  Thinking outside of the box.  Even if it's realatively uncomfortable, it means movement is happening.

345.  Walking into Bible Study knowing you did all the homework.

346.  Touching base with old friends that you haven't heard from since you were eight.

347.  Generous spirits.  Is there anything better?

348.  Humility.  Those that have it, those that strive for it.

349.  Good, solid leadership.

350.  Useful phone apps.

351.  An unsolicited back rub

352.  Finding ibuprofen....just before your head explodes.

353.  Well-timed movie events.

354.  A good night's sleep

355.  The parents at our school.  Seriously.

356.  Successful sleep overs and late night giggles.  (but not too many!)

357. The look of pride on the boys' faces when they have a good day at school.

358.  A happy-dance in the kitchen with all three kids.

359.  New faces at church.

360.  Old faces at church

361.  Baby L's belly laugh.

362.  Baby-head smell.  Sigh.

363.  The perfect dinner.  When no one complains, everyone eats something, and no one comes up to be 5 minutes later and says, "I'm hungry."

Thursday, February 5, 2015

HAPPY 2015! (you know...a little late)

I'm going to go ahead and start this year of blogging like the year is just beginning here.  More than half of my blogging friends are slowly returning to their blogs now, and I find myself driving around town with a blog post or two running in my head. Perhaps it's my time to return as well.



Happy 2015!!!


(insert cliche' "Where did the year go??? thought here...)


In our house, we usually decide to look forward to the next year as opposed to lamenting that another year is behind us.  Each year, we usually try to find a word to focus on and make that a theme for the year.  For so long- during the early house years, my word was "patience."
                               Over and over and over,

 year after year...I chose patience.                             


 
 
Spoiler alert:  I'm moving on from that word.  :)





Anyway, this summer, I received a fun chalk board from a friend, and we thought we'd all pick a word to work on for the year and write them up there.  (and now I need to find a new place to put C's memory work!).



Each of us chose something different:

 
 
Dave- compassion


I don't know why he chose that word, but it literally fell off his tongue without a moment's hesitation.  He didn't explain it to me, or what he was going to do with it this year, but I can't wait to see how God moves him.  You all already know I'm his biggest fan, but I also respect that man as the spiritual cornerstone of our family.  His humility and care with our children's hearts is something I'm so so grateful my children have.  So, compassion fits well here.





Me (Sandy) - Joy

I started seeing this word everywhere went starting in September, and I knew God was calling me out of my "patience" era with the house.  Joy.  It's an interesting word to define, isn't it?  Here's the thing, I was letting things steal my joy.  .

So many things. 

Worries, comparisons, STUFF, worries, anger, hard-heartedness toward people (this is where I struggle most currently) , worries, insecurities....they were all stealing my joy.  So, when our school year had a theme centering around Joy, and the auction I'm coordinating has a theme around Joy, well...I'm going to work on getting the joy down in my heart.  :)  Wouldn't you know it, though...as soon as I declare it a theme, satan works harder on me than ever.  But I'm onto him...and I'm fighting him.  Satan, get behind me because there is joy to be had.





A- self-control

I actually hesitated a bit when he said this.  Again, a quick roll of the tongue as if he didn't even think about it, this was God speaking through him.  Dave and I talk to him all the time about self-control.  My boy is growing up, and in the phase in life when he's bathing in testosterone from time to time, and sometimes needs to remember that a little self-control goes a long way when anger bubbles up.  I can see his wheels turning from time to time, so I know it's in his mind.  To have a grasp on that at 11 makes my mama-heart all warm and fuzzy.





C- consecrated to Christ

Yes, my second grade, 7 year old came up with this.  All on his own.  Well, not necessarily on his own...he's in a Christian school where concepts like this are discussed often.  I turned to him and asked him if he knew what it meant, "Yes, dedicated to Christ.  Dedicated to God."

(sigh)





Baby L. - patience

Whoop, there it is.  Again.

Actually, in all honesty, when we asked her what she wanted for 2015, she said, "Pizza!"  Which we're turning into patience.  :)  So, there it is again...because- well, she's 2.  Need I say more?






And also, pizza is served in the PMD house every
Friday night for Family pizza/game/movie night. 
You're welcome to join us!
*with enough warning, of course!