Monthly Archive for January, 2006

So much…

So much to do view, so little time!

In addition to laundry and dishes and driving kids around town and changing diapers and tidying up and dancing in my kitchen and making the bed (a new king size bed :o) and answering emails (months late) and making decisions on this house we\’re building someone else is building per our timely payments via construction loan and eating 17 meals a day to keep my glucose level normal and showering and my re-found passion for exercise (3 days in a row!!!) and reading and playing with my kids and teaching my son how to read and meeting the bus two times a day and blogging rarely and avoiding answering the phone and avoiding various other decisions that should be made and doing the bills… I have stumbled on to yet another \”thing\” to fill my day nights - watching the first season of Lost.

I managed to avoid this show the first season, probably because I missed the first episode. I had seen pieces of others, but felt, well - lost :o)

Recently, my hubs brought home the entire first season of this time-stealer, and now we\’re hooked.

I\’m ashamed of this addiction that has drawn me to lay idle for hours. I\’m hooked, and I am not strong enough to break free from its suspenseful grip!!!

I went to a naturopath last week…

My chronic dizziness drove me to her.

The doctor who operated on my eye looked at me like I was a hypochondriac when I told him I was frequently dizzy. I informed him it began 4 days after my surgery, so it must be related. He told me the anesthesia should have filtered out of my system in 24 hours. When I read his mind he smirked, “Crazy woman.? A fair assessment, but not his field of expertise…

So, after weeks of nearly continual light-headedness, near drunkenness, and a little research on adrenal fatigue - I made an appointment with a naturopath physician. Surely she would assess that the problem is not only with my mind.

She was like a therapist. I cried, we laughed, and I used more than my fair share of tissue. I told her I not only felt dizzy, but: cold, night sweats, weak, difficulty making decisions, horribly forgetful, even the ring of the phone causes an unfavorable physiological response from my chest. She drew blood, but not like a vampire. She used a needle, and I was brave. She wanted to test for possible anemia or some kind-of thyroid issue…

If I self-assess, I sound like a woman who is still within the first year of having a baby. How can one separate the obvious symptoms of one who is post-partum and one who has other problems up her sleeve???

She listed out several things for me to do while waiting for the results. I lost the list. She printed out a sheet of good snacking options for a dizzy woman. I lost that too. I lost my calendar, and I\’ve lost 4 pounds since Thanksgiving. That is NOT a problem, but it\’s a bit strange… since peanut butter balls and other chocolate holiday fare tempted this post-partum soul. I digress…

The results came back. Low glucose/blood sugar. I was not fasting, but the levels were low for a fasting person. Looking at myself in the mirror, I look like someone who gets PLENTY of sugar. Academically, I know it is different. However, as a woman who is fighting to find her pre-pregnancy body… wha??? I\’m confused. Oh yeah, I have low blood sugar.

I looked online. This site lists out the symptoms:

hunger (not so hungry)
Nervousness and shakiness (check)
Perspiration (check)
Dizziness or light-headedness (check and, yes… CHECK)
Sleepiness (check)
Confusion (that is so a check)
Difficulty speaking (ch e c k)
Feeling anxious or weak (ch.. … .)

Then it says:

Hypoglycemia can also happen while you are sleeping. You might
Cry out or have nightmares (not so much)
Find that your pajamas or sheets are damp from perspiration (sad, but true - and also a post-partum phenom)
Feel tired, irritable, or confused when you wake up (H E doublehockeysticks yes)

I want to breakdown the following sentence from the site: “hypoglycemia is uncommon except as a side effect of diabetes treatment, but it can result from other medications or diseases, hormone or enzyme deficiencies, or tumors.” I agree with the blood-test findings… I do not have diabetes (sigh of relief), but I do have a disease - it’s called Mother Of More Than One Preschooler. Hormones? Hello, my youngest is 10 months old. Enzyme deficiencies - wha??? I\’m sorry, it\’s my low glucose confusion speaking. Tumors - ummm… one just got yanked from my eye a month ago.

Pardon me, I’m feeling dizzy again. I need to go eat my third breakfast. Maybe I’ll eat a head of lettuce and wash it down with a handful of nuts…

I don’t remember…

In the chaos that is life, I neglect to post a post of Lucy’s newest accomplishments during the time it was happening. As I looked through my “drafts” this morning I realized how far behind I am; and it is not just drafts. I am behind in most everything these days.

Lucy is 10 months old. She is the third child. As intentioned as I was to be as record-keepingly thorough on her developments, I have not stayed on the proverbial-ball. Her “first-year” calendar is virtually empty. This would not be so frustrating if the other kids’ calendars were the same. By far, Joel (the oldest) has the most comprehensive chronicles of his life. I don’t want to get too deep, or crawl too far into the cave of regret. So, Lucy - here is what you were like when you were about 5 or 6 months old. Maybe 4 months, but probably not. You are certainly a genius-baby, but I also want to be accurate…

The stage that is “baby” is quickly passing. There are months of preparation for Baby but, the actual “baby” period is quite short. For the third time, I am reminded how short it is.

Lucy is taking on new things, new adventures. The most life-altering is her drive to grab, hold, and mouth anything within her growing reach. Even one-handed typing has taken on a new life… She kicks, reaches, giggles, smiles, squeals, and is on her way to scooting. So begins the quest for all that lies before her. Those shiny blue eyes are watching… waiting…

Sitting-up is on the horizon. The reclining car seat is no longer a place to rest, but a place to practice

“…practice” Practice what? I have no idea. That is where I stopped. Somebody probably spilled something, hit something, needed to be wiped, or needed to be comforted. I think Lucy was working hard to sit-up while in the car seat. Yeah, pretty sure that was it…

Lucy is 10 months now. She is crawling everywhere. She pulls up on anything - she does not discriminate - it needs not be sturdy or clean. She can sign “all-done” with one hand (usually the right). She can also sign “bottle” as she says “babababa” with a very soft “ah”. She waves “hi” and has her own way of saying it too. Her favorite word is “Bah!” It’s so quick, it almost sounds like “Bahp”. If I say it back, she always smiles. I don’t know what it means, but it obviously means something good!

Cruising! She will cruise along the surfaces she pulls up to and has been known to stand without help for moments at a time. She has been known to crawl through every room crying, “mamamamama” until she finds me. She says, “dadadadada” too, but it is spoken more often with a rejoicing tone. Mama is comfort and Dada is fun. My favorite new thing is grunting - in frustration - as she pulls or frees a toy that is stuck. All these new methods of communication are so fun to see.

Her reputation: easy baby. It’s true. She’s a baby, don’t get me wrong. However, in the whole baby-career - the girl is pretty smooth. She’s generally happy, generally quiet and generally content, but when awake - she is always on the go. Recently, when with a group of friends, Lucy began to babble. The room quieted. My friend said, “She’s just so quiet, that when she does make a noise, everyone wants to listen!”

Maybe I need to make less noise. Imagine how cool it would be: You enter a room full of people, buzzing with conversation. You listen. You put your index finger to your chin. You laugh politely… Awhile later, you speak. The room becomes hushed all eyes fixed on you, waiting for the honor of your voice… Too bad Lucy’s too young to appreciate it :)

Number One

What is it about potty talk and kids?

As I vacuumed The Carpet That Requires Much Vacuuming, Lucy cried. She cried and cried and crawled toward me to hold her - to save her from the wrath of the strange loud beast. She is so brave; she will crawl right up to the Beast Of Her Demise, for the reward is worth the risk - Mommy’s arms…

Joel: Why does she want YOU all the time?

Me: Because I’m The Mom. I am Number One! (Visualize: one knee lift and arm stretched high in victory)

Joel: Number One is pee.

Without skipping a beat, The Boy entered back in to his world of Star Wars pretend. He was conquering the powers of the Dark side with every noise-making skill he posessed - completely unaware that he just slammed the very woman who gave him life… *gasp*

On My Nightstand…

I have a bunch-o-books to read:

Of the 259 pages in Literary Mama I am bookmarked at page 13. I am excited to dig further into this book. I had the wonderful opportunity to be on the blog book tour for one of Andrea Buchanan’s other books. The blog book tour for Literary Mama: Reading for the Maternally Inclined (edited by both Andrea Buchanan and Amy Hudock) should be coming up soon, and I already have my copy!

Adrenal Fatigue: The 21st Century Stress Syndrome by James L. Wilson. What is adrenal fatigue anyway???

The Cortisol Connection - another stress book… I am seeing a pattern…

A Voice in the Wind by Francine Rivers. This came recommended by a good friend. I have read one other book by this author, and loved it. I can\’t wait to read this one.

Fingerprints of God: Recognizing God’s Touch on Your Life. I am actually reading the Bible study version, ok, I need to start reading it because the first study is this coming Wednesday.

Once I am through with that stack, I have a bunch waiting in the wings… mostly “How To” on being a better mother. My kids can wait for me to be a better mom until I finish these, right???

I’ve been tagged!

No, my forehead has not been spray-painted by a rival gang-member… Jennifer who is Happy at Home tagged me and four others for a meme…

Here are the rules: “The first player of this game starts with the topic ‘five weird habits of yourself’, and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals. Don’t forget to leave a comment in their blog or journal that says, “You are tagged” (assuming they take comments) and tell them to read yours.”

Jennifer, you are so insightful to assume I might be a candidate for this particular meme on weird habits! But I wonder how many of my “weird” habits are just simply irritating quirks :)

Ok, let’s see…

1. I am obsessed with trailing dots (…), commas, and dashes - - - browse through my posts, it won’t take long to find adequate proof…

2. I speak in riddles. That\’s not true. See how weird I am?

3. I have thousands of songs on my iPod - THOUSANDS. So, why do I insist on listening to the radio cursed with bad commercials and poor song programming? It’s because I feel lonely and cut-off without the talking voices and real-world news updates. I guess I shouldn\’t have worked so hard at counseling to get those voices out of my head after all…

4. I am proud of my sock drawer… My kitchen, at times, may look like a science experiment gone-bad; come to think of it, my bathrooms may look that way too — but my sock drawer is a happy place. I can always count on that drawer. I can always find the pair of socks I need. Foot warmth and comfort - oh the joy…

5. Following the spirit of the sock… I despise nude/natural-color nylons. I am obsessive about foot coverings (see #4), but the natural-tone nylon is not in my sock drawer. With the exception of sandals and flip-flops, I must cover the feet with some sort of barrier - hence, my own personal favorite must-have:
the toe topper. I wear slip-ons frequently (why tie shoes when one can slip them on???) and I could not wear them without my beloved toe sock.

6. I love Converse. I want them in every color they make. I. Love. Converse.

Oops, was only supposed to do 5. Weird I tell you - weird…

I am going to tag…

Jen
Michele
Sarah
Rachael
Julie

Blew it…

It’s day #2 of the new year and I’ve already blown my resolution to be a more soft-spoken, angelically patient mother. OK, so the resolution wasn’t written on paper, nor was it spoken to another aloud. It has been just a quiet hope for the new year. Here is how impressively I blew it: the MORNING of the very FIRST day of the year. I blew it while trying to get out the door as we headed to CHURCH.

Aren’t I just a pillar of strength and fortitude…

Speaking of resolutions… I am now going to go eat leftover artichoke dip with pita chips while I reheat my leftover pizza. Oh, let\’s not forget the chocolate chip cookie chaser(s) as I drown my disappointment with emotionally-driven eating.

Rattle, clank, clamor… where’s that 2 liter of coke…

God made us to…

I often tease my kids about how much they have grown. I love seeing them progress and grow in ways healthy children should. I’m no fool - their growing independence also means growing freedom for me! Alas, I find myself missing the “littleness” they used to be.

This morning, as I wrangled and mangled Olivia’s wild, curly hair into two piggy tails I started in…

“Olivia? Are you growing again??? What did I tell you about that growing?”

Rather irritated, she grumbled the one-syllable “mom” in the teenager two-syllable fashion, “MO-OM!!”

I repeat with a tickle, “Are you growing again?”

With great irritation, peppered with a little lower-lip action, and a shimmy of shoulder sass, she whimpered, “Mo-om, God made us to grow up!”

Ah, the student has become the teacher… she has…