Tonsillectomy: Part 1

The cold I had last week turned into a double ear infection. Trust me, that was not fun. At times, I found myself contemplating whether or not having an ear infection is worse than giving birth. The jury is still out. At least you get something at the end of birth. An ear infection just seems like a useless amount of pain that only results in moping around the house while overdosing on cough drops and Advil.

Isaac's tonsillectomy was scheduled for 7:30 a.m. (today) which meant that we were to arrive at the hospital by 5:45 a.m. Not cool. Long story short, which will probably still turn into a long story, when the six pre-op nurses and doctors came by and checked Isaac, they heard wheezing in both lungs. This also meant that I underwent serious interrogation regarding his breathing, his wheezing, potential asthma, laryngospasms, bronchospasms, breathing treatments, his coughing, his sleeping...AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I wanted to hurt someone, but I didn't. But Walter did have to remind me several times, to stay calm. Seriously, it was like one of those personality tests you take that asks you the same exact question, ten different ways, just to see which way trips you up. You silly doctors, you don't fool me! I admit though, I was getting confused after the two and a half hours...does he have a history of wheezing...has he been diagnosed with asthma...has he had a cold recently...I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT'S REAL ANYMORE! 

Well, we were sent home, and Isaac has been acting like a free man all day. I think he knows that he foiled our plans. Back again next Friday. After we left the hospital and I had a good cry, we went to lunch, and then to the pediatrician, and then to have a chest x-ray. Boy was that fun.

I'm not sure who this baby is, it's definitely not Isaac. Isaac looked like we might possibly kill him with this device or he was just having a psychotic break down. Either way, he wasn't happy. So we rigged up a different scenario because I was like, "lady, that's not going to work for my kid, so you better have another trick up your sleeve."

Photos from a Google search...




Have you ever played with those tiny Legos? Their amazing. I've been really proud of myself for innovative Lego building.

I love this next picture. He's so focused.

Isaac enjoys chasing us around the house with various animals that make a very ferocious growl. All animals (except cows, for some reason) growl.

I'm pretty sure if Milo were older, he would totally hit on me. We have a special connection and he's very flirtatious.

Isaac scooted over to show off his head lamp...

And then Isaac came back with his kitchen utensils and Milo touched him on the leg, and then their pleasant friendship was over. Isaac doesn't like when people touch him. It makes him scoot around angrily while he holds his hair and attempts to find the perfect object to hit his head on. I'm getting good at shielding his forehead before it comes in contact with hard objects. Until Friday, when we had our group of friends over, we didn't realize how protective he is of his high chair. Yeah, don't even think about touching it. Oscar touched the tray, and Isaac lost his marbles.

I'm tired. More later.

a flag and a salute...

My first head cold of the year has arrived. I don't have much of a voice, so I've been telling Isabella for the last couple days that she has to be a really good listener because it hurts my throat to talk. This has prompted her draw many pictures to "help me feel better". The last one, was in her words, a picture of me after I fell down and spilled coffee, and there was bleed (blood) everywhere. How comforting. 

All four of Isaac's appointment last week, went really well. He is going to have a tonsillectomy on Tuesday of next week. The plan is that he will stay one night in the PICU and one or two nights on the recovery floor. I've heard that recovery from a tonsillectomy is horrible. But really, can it be that much worse than having your skull cut open and put back together? I guess we'll find out. 

His CT scan was perfect and his skull is looking very good. I finally got a chance to see all of the many pins in his forehead--kinda cool. 

Just for some added fun, I gave in and agreed to let my mom take me to urgent care Thursday night. After four days of an on again, off again migraine, I couldn't take it anymore. And by that I mean, I missed book club to go to the doctor. Desperate times call for desperate measures. The doctor told me, "I looked a bit dry", I wanted to assure him that I use my Clinique Dramatically Different Moisturizer every day, but he didn't seem like one who is receptive to sarcasm. I got an IV full of a lovely concoction. I've never been drunk, but I'm pretty sure the way I felt, was close enough. Then, I threw up in my mom's car. Awesome. Now, a note to all of you people with clean cars: guess what, you're car would have gotten vomit all over it. But my mom's car was stocked with grocery bags, so we were good to go for several more rounds of puking. Thank you very much. 

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Some people may think this is really weird, but, I took pictures at my grandpa's funeral. There were at least one hundred and fifty people there and I knew my grandma would want a way to remember all of it. Also, people don't tend to talk to or hug the person holding the giant camera. And that made it much easier on me. I definitely didn't want to talk to anyone and I don't like hugging people I don't know. 

I just finished watching season one of Downton Abbey, so I'm into fancy up dos right now. I should have taken a picture of the back because I received many compliments on my hair.  

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After ballet, Isabella said, "Mommy, I think I'm changing my name to Ariel. Even though I'm not a princess." 

Isaac made his own little play corner. Don't ask to borrow a book. I don't let people touch my books.

Isaac started saying, "bub-ble"! He also started saying, "ma-mum"...remember, that's all I hoped for? Now that's pretty much all he says. And he tends to yell it at me.

signing, "bird"...

A few more thoughts concerning The Bachelor: 


--What is with running and jumping on your boyfriend every time you see them. If you do that, you're weird. Although, maybe I should try it. I'll take a running sprint down the hallway and jump on Walter when he gets home from work tonight.
--How can one say, with a completely straight face, "this is my boyfriend, Ben", when you know he's dating three other women?

And lastly, I'm now blogging for Andrew, so check out his blog at, Grooms Are People Too.