November 05, 2006
I suppose I am not unlike several others out there in the knitting world who have these HUGE plans of knitting every single person you know something beautiful for Christmas, but you don’t have to start ‘right now’ because you have plenty of time. However, ‘right now’ has dwindled away, thus munching people off the list of everyone you know, to just those that you love. Soon, it’s dwindled down even more to just those that are related. My list, now, is dwindled to only those people that I draw their name for Christmas exchanges. LOL. I have put it off and put it off and now “everyone I know” will probably just get a Christmas card and some little doodad like a candle or something. Are there others like that? I wonder if I ever will have a Christmas in which I can give all those people something lovely that I knitted. Even if my list was washcloths for everyone. Somehow, being a stay at home mom, I thought I would have more time to knit. And while I do have more knitting time, it’s not the 19 hours a day I guess I thought I would have. LOL. I have no idea what I was thinking, and I laugh in my own face to look back on that.
Speaking of Christmas, I have decided that the hubster and I are NOT buying ANY toys for the girls for Christmas. Instead, I would rather they get more books or games. Books will last forever, and they love to look at them and be read to. And games are something that all of us can do as a family. If someone else gets them toys, that’s fine, I’m not making them return it or anything. But as for mom and dad, we’re saying no way jose. That being said, want to know what a cheapwad I am? I went here and got a ton of used books that I plan to give the girls. I figure they seem to be in good enough shape, and they won’t know the difference. I got used books when I was a kid, and all that meant to me was that since they were used, that usually meant I got more than I would have if they were new. In my books, that’s a score and a half. What’s your opinion on that?
I’m still working on the same sock that I shared with you earlier. I’m on the foot part now, and don’t want to show a photo because I’m embarassed that I’m still just on the same sock 😦 I have been knitting on it a lot, but for some reason, I am the slowest sock knitter in the world. I’ve just come to terms with that and will have to settle with it 🙂
And lastly, come check out the new swap Holly and I are putting on! We want as many people as possible, so come, check us out, sign up, and tell people about it! The more the merrier!!
November 01, 2006
Well, at this time six years ago, I was laying in a hospital bed, being induced with Jessica. Inductoin was due to pre eclampsia (aka toxemia, or Pregnancy Induced Hypertension) and was in quite a bit of pain from the pitocin. I wasn’t dilated far enough for the epidural (my doctor prefers her patients be at a 3 before she gets the epi) so I was just lying there crying and squishsmashing everyone’s fingers as I held their hand. Around 4 p.m. I finally got the epidural guy in my room, and man, what a poodie head he was. Would you like to hear the story? If so, read on. If not, skip ahead 🙂 He came in, and I asked him questions like how many epis had he done and stuff like that. He assured me he knew very well what he was doing, and that he’d done hundreds of these and I’d be fine. Let me just say, if I knew what was about to happen, I’d have screamed at him to get the heck out of my room and never look in my direction again. (You know how pregnant women in labor are!). So he gets me all prepped and bending over the little table on the side of my bed and wouldn’t you know it, my internal monitor is falling out. So to make a long story short, I had this episode done four times: “This will feel like a bee sting. It’s lidocaine. Oops, I messed up and have to start over.” Finally the attending doctor is brought in (this was a cheif anesth resident that was screwing around with my spine) and while he had a bit of trouble due do the screwing up that Doodad Brains did, he did get it in on the first try. Then two hours later, we were rushed back to the OR for an emergent c-section because Jessie’s heart rate had dropped to the 80’s and never stabilized. It should never stay below 120. I later learned that she was reacting to my contractions, that they were causing her fetal distress. When I went home from the hospital, I remember thinking that my head was hurting so badly. I was taking 800 mg ibuprofen every 8 hours and percocet ever 4-6 hours and my head was still killing me. And making me throw up. Can I just tell you how much it freakin HURTS to throw up after a c-section? I told my mom and she said I might have a spinal headache. So I called Jennie, and sure enough, that’s what it sounded like. She arranged for me to come in and guess what. The only person available to see me was the schmuckwad that did this. I went in anyway because it hurt so bad. They were going to give me a spinal patch, which is basically just another epidural, only with no medication, instead they draw your blood and inject that in to you. He was HORRIBLE. I tried to draw blood on my right arm, more than once, and got blood EVERYWHERE. Then he tried to do it on my left arm, made another huge mess. Finally he got what he needed and thank goodness an attending walked in and took over because I don’t know what I was going to do if this guy messed me up anymore. An hour later, the headache was gone. I felt a lot of pressure still, but no more pain, and all I had to do was take it easy for a few more days so I didn’t blow the patch out. I also vowed never to let that man touch me again. So far so good.
Would I go through all that again? You betcha. Who whouldn’t for this beauty?