"Momma, you can get a rice crispy treat because you are doing a great job doing the laundry. I am really impressed because you are doing so fantastic. Do you know what impressed means? It means you are doing a great job."
I seriously love this kid and appreciate the fact that he appreciates me and all the work I do. Regardless of the crappy week, he just turned it around for me. And he wouldn't give up asking me if I had a rice crispy treat until I finally did. Screw the calories that night. They were worth it!
It's just one of those amazing Mom moments that mean the world to us. It's the little things that make all the difference.
On another note... we are both healthy and back on track. My little "issue" involved an ER visit (after my OBGYN sent me there) and three appointments with a urologist, primary care, and surgeon the following days. I was in severe pain (pelvis) for two entire weeks. I barely ate and had to take pain meds (morphine in the ER) to control the pain. We knew from the scan in the ER that I have several kidney stones, one of which is 7 mm- yikes! I had an elevated white blood cell count and blood in my urine. Most people I saw were pretty sure that I had an appendicitis, but tests were inconclusive. And then 14 days later, I started feeling better. So... I could have had kidney stone shards that were passing or some funky virus. Whatever it was sucked so badly, and I was so sick.
I had kidney stones for the first time shortly after Sidekick was born (apparently this is common). I had to have one removed and three crushed a few weeks later. I guess I'm going to have to figure out what I'm going to do next about them. I certainly don't want to have them removed because that required a stent that caused me so much pain for five days. I'm hoping we can crush them. I can totally live with a bruised back from the electrodes/shocks (or whatever breaks them up). Unfortunately, right now, I am so swamped with work (my busy season), so I don't have time to deal with those damn kidney stones, but I know I have to.
Sidekick has a follow-up appointment with the Audiologist next week. I know since his surgery, his hearing is so much better, so I'm pretty sure we'll get the "all clear" with him. He's been so much better since his surgery and can hear so much better. Thank goodness!
We've had a pretty rough start to 2016, so I'm hoping we are due for some easy, happy, good times!
During one of my sleep deprived nights of Sidekick not sleeping well after his surgery, I decided to sign us up for a race. I signed up to run a 5K while pushing him in the Bob, and I signed him up for a one mile run. What was I thinking on both counts?? I used to run half marathons, but the last one I ran was literally the day before I had my eighth IUI and got pregnant. I haven't run a race since, and hadn't run in almost five months. So... we've been training. He's doing much better than I. He's a strong little dude, and can easily hike 3 miles, so surely he can walk/run one mile with the other kids, right? There is no way in hell I can run a 5K while pushing him when I can barely run two miles not pushing him. I am so out of shape, and it's killing me. Sidekick on the other hand has great form and a pretty strong runner. I can't wait to see if he can finish it. I am so glad I have an athletic and adventurous kid! He's perfect for me.
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