drlori

The boys were playing Lobster Soccer in the sunroom. Suddenly, Perry is lying on the ground hysterical screaming. He had the ball, I can't figure out what happened.

Finally, he sobbed,"I kicked myself in the face with my knee and bit both my upper and lower lip."

Flexibility, who knew it could be such a curse.

Yesterday evening we went out to dinner after I picked Brian and all the stuff that used to be in his car. We went to the good BBQ place (as in its not all pork, nor is their sauce all sugar). Of course all the vegetable sides, green beans, collards, etc... have pork in them so I got coleslaw. After dinner I realized, we treated for cabbage but I have no idea if it took. F-word in my brain.

Nothing like getting no sleep the night before and barely napping on your recovery day because your kid's having an allergic reaction and can't sleep. And when he does his breathing sounds like crap or he farts and wakes himself up or has diarrhea and wakes himself up. So in your sleep-deprived haze you eat something likely to give him EVEN MORE GAS. :(

Last night was a nightmare. Starting around 2AM (7 hours after we loaded him up on Benadryl and ibi preventatively) he screamed, he wouldn't nurse. I woke Brian to help me dose him up w/ more meds. Then we went back and forth between the bedroom and the couch. Playing by ourself in the playpen with me drooling on the couch, etc... even when he was happy and quiet he wouldn't sleep and there was still gas and diarrhea and no sleep for me. Finally around 4AM he was screaming so loud and NOTHING fixed it and Brian woke up and took him for a bit.

At some point Virgil finally decided to nurse(=sleep) but I think that was after he woke me up because he was screaming so loud downstairs. That also might be when I also gave him Tylenol even though he wasn't febrile and wasn't acting particuarly painful just not quite right. That's when I started dream-hallucinating. The sheep had escaped and I had to run after Brian who was leaving for work early to let him know I needed help getting them back behind the fence and we were living in a tiny townhome community and all the neighbors were going to work, too! And here were our sheep eating everyone else's flowerbeds.

Brian had to leave really early this morning, for real. I called my Mom and she's coming out. I can barely balance to walk or stand I'm so tired. The boys just got on the bus, thank goodness. I told them I wasn't safe to drive and if they missed it they'd miss school which is a big deal since there's an SOL today.

Virgil's playing happily by himself and the diapers are in the wash - did I mention the diarrhea? And even just the gas means he wets himself when it isn't expected. So we're down to the emergency diapers. I'll try to clean up breakfast but secretly I'm just counting (or well trying to count - so sleep deprived right now that I'm sure I can't get that right!) until Virgil is ready for naptime.

Its good to have goals. Today's is to spend as much time as possible in bed and sleeping.

Sigh. Virgil is febrile, gassy but having a horrible time passing the gas and just plain miserable (and still people at soccer practice asked! "Is he ever unhappy?" Um, yes right now he's MISERABLE. But as previously posted Virgil's default state is an insane nearly seizuorus happiness so for him a bad day is quiet and smiley. Of course that changes when we lie down in bed if we have bad gas.

I'm blaming the kiwi.

We can't sleep because we have to pee. We can't pee because we need to poop. We are willing to play in a poopy diaper. We will scream about lying down for a fresh diaper because we need to poop. We won't poop because we're hungry. We won't eat bc we need to pee. We won't sleep because we need to play.

We've spent two hours cycling through nurse, toilet, eat. Mommy's exhausted.

Brian's best friend had the DVT/heart attack 2 weeks ago and had asked if I would make him matzah ball soup. The matzah balls came out exceptionally great. So, while Brian was off delivering I made a 2nd double batch*. Yesterday, I took all the soup stuff out for lunch. I gave Virgil one and got the camera to get a shot of his first kanaidlach.

By the time I turned around (about 30 minutes later probably, that's life as a parent!) I couldn't find the matzah balls. Brian and I looked all over. We checked the dog crate, the oven, the pantry, the washing machine. Just everywhere. They just vanished. The lid was on the kitchen counter but this entire double batch of kanadilach in a big glass bowl had vanished into the ether.

This morning I went to reheat my breakfast in the microwave. Viola!!! Matzah balls. Sigh. At least the sheep are being big babies and hiding from the rain so they all went to the chickens and ducks.

*We have a broody hen and a broody goose and are letting them brood. For the moment we have plenty of eggs but.... I used goose eggs for the matzah balls so not only did we not get to eat really tasty matzah balls but there went 2 of my last 3 goose eggs. Oh, and it was also the last of my matzah meal so I can't make more until I go to the store.

Yes, I reviewed a book. Said it was awesome and then didn't give the title. I wrote the post on Mon. on my iPad, Brian took the book to CA, I didn't get back to finish the post and was lying in bed nursing Virgil wanting to write a new post and had to post the unfinshed one first. Since my goal is to stay off the computer when Virgil's awake expect more of the same.

The book is _Giants Beware!_ The author has a blog about it.
http://chroniclesofclaudette.com/

Knowing a Jewish farmer rocks. For my birthday I got a bucket of rainbow chard. For Chanukah a bushel of chard. For Paesach they gave me about a gallon of parsley. Now for Lag B'Omer they let me come out and pick as many ripe organic strawberries as I can. (about 26 cups)

Pablo and Esther and Aryeh You Are So Awesome!

Some day I will find the photos of 10 gallons of rainbow chard spread out around the kitchen to dry.

Brian picked up this graphic novel on a whim for the boys. Perry's read it twice already! I picked it up last night and couldn't put it down. Three kids go giant hunting, terrifying their parents. Great story with lots of political twists opened and waiting to be exposed in the future. It's a morality play with a good sense of humor. The only part I didn't love is the "Tonto" character. They never explained or even hinted at why he stays with the kids' dad who's an old sour jerk.

I have never had an issue w/ NIP. I have always maintained its because I don't give off any vibes that make me an easy target. I have no shame about my nursing. I am not the woman in the darkest corner of the restaurant with the cover, all hunched over.

This lactation I've started wondering. What if I _DO_ have these incidents and am just too "deaf" to notice.

Today at the bank the woman behind me commented on Virgil's nursing. She asked how old he was. 8 month. "That's too old to nurse!" "Oh no, we've got years left.". "I nursed mine for three.". "3 years, that's great!" then I get the look ,"3 Months."

Then she says, "Some moms today, they don't ever nurse. I don't get it. Why won't they breast feed?"

Ummm....yeah, why with the type of support you just harangued a random stranger keeping her baby quiet (and fed) when he's beyond overtired wouldn't every woman ESP. Your daughters want to?

Tired. Computer is super slow.

Last night I wondered why the floor was so sticky in weird places, despite us cleaning up spills.

This morning watched Virgil leave a wet track all around the kitchen. Oh, that's why all the floors are sticky.

Perry's eight today. His breakfast was fun and included fried eggs, just like 8 years ago. I'm feeling some trepidation about Sat night. Somehow you can have 4 friends over for a sleepover has morphed into 10 boys for pizza and cake plus Virgil and 7 overnight + Virgil. I'm just already so tired.