Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Sorry for the huge gap in posts...
I'm trying to decide if I'm gonna continue blogging or if it's just not something I can commit to!
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Sorry... Really didn't mean to slack off so impressively there... :)
I'm not enjoying my last trimester. I've been on modified bedrest for weeks, plus I managed to catch myself THE most impressive sinus infection EVER! *waits for applause* Plus, I also have what I suspected what bronchitis, but now believe to be asthma. Ever coughed til you puke nightly? Oh I have... Believe you me!
So, less than 2 weeks after I finished up my prescription of amoxicillin, I had to call the OB begging for a Z-Pak and something, ANYTHING! to help me breathe. He called in the Z-Pak and an inhaler of Ventolin (albuterol). Didn't matter much, as I ended up in the ER later that night (Sunday) because I flat out couldn't breathe. Felt like I was drowning. Wel... That and the fact I called twice to have the one-call doctor paged and no one bothered returning my call. *rawrs*
My O2 sats were OK, 96 - 98%... But, Calvin is one hyperactive little critter, lemme tell ya! Aaron convinced me to go to the ER because the Baby Bit wasn't moving very much-- which isn't like him at all. And if Mama can't breathe, baby can't breathe, right?
So, we went and they sent me to L&D. They got the monitors on me and all and then the nurses grew concerned because Calvin really just wasn't himself (read : he was asleep?). Then, they gave me 2 cups of orange juice and a pitcher of ice water and told me to drink to perk him up.
I did and BOY did he.
Poor nurse had to stand there for over an our holding the monitor and chasing the kid all over my belly. She said that she was SO calling in sick if she got a chance to before my induction. LOL I was told that they needed a steady 15 minute trace on his heartrate which took over 2 hours to get because he jumped from one side to the other and rolled around a lot. Which, let's just say is probably good as he started the night in some strange transverse-like position... But, with as mobile as he is, I do believe he has the capability of getting head down once more. Fingers crossed, anyways. I'd really rather not have a C-section, but... If I do, you'd better believe I'm having a tubal while they're in there!
Ok. I'll hush. It's just... I can't sleep, I have reflux something awful, drainage that's drowning me, and a hyperactive Baby Bit. LOL I stand NO CHANCE at rest, people.
I'm not enjoying my last trimester. I've been on modified bedrest for weeks, plus I managed to catch myself THE most impressive sinus infection EVER! *waits for applause* Plus, I also have what I suspected what bronchitis, but now believe to be asthma. Ever coughed til you puke nightly? Oh I have... Believe you me!
So, less than 2 weeks after I finished up my prescription of amoxicillin, I had to call the OB begging for a Z-Pak and something, ANYTHING! to help me breathe. He called in the Z-Pak and an inhaler of Ventolin (albuterol). Didn't matter much, as I ended up in the ER later that night (Sunday) because I flat out couldn't breathe. Felt like I was drowning. Wel... That and the fact I called twice to have the one-call doctor paged and no one bothered returning my call. *rawrs*
My O2 sats were OK, 96 - 98%... But, Calvin is one hyperactive little critter, lemme tell ya! Aaron convinced me to go to the ER because the Baby Bit wasn't moving very much-- which isn't like him at all. And if Mama can't breathe, baby can't breathe, right?
So, we went and they sent me to L&D. They got the monitors on me and all and then the nurses grew concerned because Calvin really just wasn't himself (read : he was asleep?). Then, they gave me 2 cups of orange juice and a pitcher of ice water and told me to drink to perk him up.
I did and BOY did he.
Poor nurse had to stand there for over an our holding the monitor and chasing the kid all over my belly. She said that she was SO calling in sick if she got a chance to before my induction. LOL I was told that they needed a steady 15 minute trace on his heartrate which took over 2 hours to get because he jumped from one side to the other and rolled around a lot. Which, let's just say is probably good as he started the night in some strange transverse-like position... But, with as mobile as he is, I do believe he has the capability of getting head down once more. Fingers crossed, anyways. I'd really rather not have a C-section, but... If I do, you'd better believe I'm having a tubal while they're in there!
Ok. I'll hush. It's just... I can't sleep, I have reflux something awful, drainage that's drowning me, and a hyperactive Baby Bit. LOL I stand NO CHANCE at rest, people.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Why are people SOOOO incredibly stupid?
I ask, because I'm on the phone with Bank of America. We used to have our mortgage through Countrywide, but Countrywide went bust (lemme tell ya, they needed to-- they SUCKED) BoA got to take over.
We got a letter in the mail... 3 months ago? It said "You do not have sufficient coverage on your home. Please contact us about this matter immediately." I called THAT DAY. The lovely half-English speaking man I spoke to said ,"Oh ma'am. We made a mistake. Your escrow account did not pay your insurance on time.. It IS taken care of now and we are so sorry."
OooooK. Fine. I called ALFA and checked. Yes. They screwed up, but it was all taken care of, now. *sigh* Fine.
Fast forward about 2 months. I get a bill in the mail (remember that blog? wasn't it FUN?) for $3300. For lender-placed insurance. Because I had chosen to NOT resolve the insurance issue. I immediately called BoA and they told me that our home was required to have wind coverage. I pointed out that this house, in the 10 years I've owned it, has NEVER had wind insurance. They did not care, because the house is required to have wind coverage. Fine. What about the guy I spoke to some WEEKS before? He was mistaken.
*growls*
Fine. We got an advance from Aaron's company and payed ALFA the next day for wind coverage (to the tune of $885). Which sucks. Because it means we have to pay his company back $100 a month that we really don't have. But, whatever. It was better than $3300, right?
Fast forward again, 2 - 3 weeks. We get a letter in the mail from BoA. With our "new house note" complements of the lender placed coverage. It's more than DOUBLE our usual house note. I call them, complaining. I explain that we HAVE wind coverage through ALFA and that they need to speak to my agent. Fine. They do, I assume. I wouldn't know. I got disconnected and when I tried to call back, I was assured it had been taken care of.
So, today, I call ALFA, just to double check things because, as I mentioned, people are stupid. ALFA assures me that they spoke to BoA and all is dandy.
I call BoA because... Well... People are stupid. BoA tells me that all is NOT dandy and that they will be refunding $2000 of the lender placed coverage, but that for the "lapse" I still owe them $1300. Ummm. No. I HAVE wind coverage. And it FOR THE YEAR was less than that.
I'm informed that if I had taken action SOONER, we wouldn't be having this issue. So... The dude I spoke to MONTHS AGO that was a moron-- he wasn't taking action? Of course not! He didn't update my file that I had spoken to him. So... The lovely (sorry, let me wipe the sarcasm spray off of your monitor) woman told me she would happily lower my payments in the meantime down to $$$$ which is over $50 more than our current house note (oh, don't forget the $100 a month we're paying back to hubby's work). No. I want our payments back to what they WERE before BoA screwed up. She informed me that our payments were REALLY over $1500 a month which is well over double what our payment is supposed to be and she was doing me a favor.
A favor? Really? Seems to me like she's just STEALING.
I'm so annoyed that I swear I might go into labor at any second. Seriously. I'm LIVID. And considering a lawyer. Know of any good ones?
I ask, because I'm on the phone with Bank of America. We used to have our mortgage through Countrywide, but Countrywide went bust (lemme tell ya, they needed to-- they SUCKED) BoA got to take over.
We got a letter in the mail... 3 months ago? It said "You do not have sufficient coverage on your home. Please contact us about this matter immediately." I called THAT DAY. The lovely half-English speaking man I spoke to said ,"Oh ma'am. We made a mistake. Your escrow account did not pay your insurance on time.. It IS taken care of now and we are so sorry."
OooooK. Fine. I called ALFA and checked. Yes. They screwed up, but it was all taken care of, now. *sigh* Fine.
Fast forward about 2 months. I get a bill in the mail (remember that blog? wasn't it FUN?) for $3300. For lender-placed insurance. Because I had chosen to NOT resolve the insurance issue. I immediately called BoA and they told me that our home was required to have wind coverage. I pointed out that this house, in the 10 years I've owned it, has NEVER had wind insurance. They did not care, because the house is required to have wind coverage. Fine. What about the guy I spoke to some WEEKS before? He was mistaken.
*growls*
Fine. We got an advance from Aaron's company and payed ALFA the next day for wind coverage (to the tune of $885). Which sucks. Because it means we have to pay his company back $100 a month that we really don't have. But, whatever. It was better than $3300, right?
Fast forward again, 2 - 3 weeks. We get a letter in the mail from BoA. With our "new house note" complements of the lender placed coverage. It's more than DOUBLE our usual house note. I call them, complaining. I explain that we HAVE wind coverage through ALFA and that they need to speak to my agent. Fine. They do, I assume. I wouldn't know. I got disconnected and when I tried to call back, I was assured it had been taken care of.
So, today, I call ALFA, just to double check things because, as I mentioned, people are stupid. ALFA assures me that they spoke to BoA and all is dandy.
I call BoA because... Well... People are stupid. BoA tells me that all is NOT dandy and that they will be refunding $2000 of the lender placed coverage, but that for the "lapse" I still owe them $1300. Ummm. No. I HAVE wind coverage. And it FOR THE YEAR was less than that.
I'm informed that if I had taken action SOONER, we wouldn't be having this issue. So... The dude I spoke to MONTHS AGO that was a moron-- he wasn't taking action? Of course not! He didn't update my file that I had spoken to him. So... The lovely (sorry, let me wipe the sarcasm spray off of your monitor) woman told me she would happily lower my payments in the meantime down to $$$$ which is over $50 more than our current house note (oh, don't forget the $100 a month we're paying back to hubby's work). No. I want our payments back to what they WERE before BoA screwed up. She informed me that our payments were REALLY over $1500 a month which is well over double what our payment is supposed to be and she was doing me a favor.
A favor? Really? Seems to me like she's just STEALING.
I'm so annoyed that I swear I might go into labor at any second. Seriously. I'm LIVID. And considering a lawyer. Know of any good ones?
Monday, July 27, 2009
What a weekend this has been!
Lizzie and I went shopping Friday for a storage unit for the playroom. Her daughter, Brenna, apparently LOATHES staying at home, so Lizzie needed a break... And I, of course, needed a place to stash the ungodly amounts of toys we've accumulated with only ONE child!
So, we went to Target. They had some cute little storage shelves with open plastic baskets... And some of the spiffy wall units that you stick fabric drawers in. The latter were on sale and I was pleased. We loitered in the aisle for a good hour, admiring fabric drawers, looking for this cool spin-y island dealie, and listening to my sweet daughter talking at the top of her lungs (Brenna was sound asleep in the Moby).
But, of course, Liz and I both knew we'd seen them at Home Depot or Lowes or something and SURELY they would be cheaper than Target. Riiiiiiiiiiight. So, we packed up our children in our respective cars and booked it over to Home Depot (right across the street). They had one storage unit, but it was neither nice, nor cheap. Boo! My back was killing me, so I sat on a lovely display of outdoor furniture they had set up just inside the doors while Ainsley (and Aunt Lizzie!) raced around the place exclaiming "Lights!" (The light fixture section apparently was a bit overwhleming for her).
After my back quit throbbing quite so much, we wandered back over to Target. I had admitted defeat and wanted to use one of their little motorized scooters. Seriously, it take a LOT for me to admit I can't go anymore, but... I SO could not. And ya know what? Neither of the ones they had were charged. Grr.
Anyways. I waddled back to the back and Lizzie and I hauled the heavy thingie into the cart and we checked out. By this time, I was fairly certain I was dying (Liz agreed). We stopepd at the little Target Employment kiosk and I sat for another 30 minutes or so, just to get the gumption to make it out to the car.
And that was the EASY part!
Since Friday night, I've had contractions at the mere THOUGHT of doing anything. I gathered up laundry Saturday night and actually had to go lie down my back and belly were throbbing so much. Aaron and I kept talking about me going to L&D... But, that's a copay that just seemed unncessary. frankly, we don't have $150 to plop down to be told to drink more water and rest. (When we called Friday night because I was CRYING in pain, the nurse told Aaron to have me take a tylenol, a hot shower, and go to bed. Thanks, lady.)
Then, last night, the contractions started up again and they were AWFUL! A few came every 2 minutes, but them started to slack off so that it was between 7 and 22 minutes between... And then the ebbed off all together. I'm only 31 weeks! I don't TRULY believe I'm in LABOR. I just believe SOMETHING is going on. Something that ain't quite right.
So, I called in this morning and am going to the doctor at 11:15. I'll update when I get back-- presuming he doesn't just say "Well, if they were REAL contractions, you'd have a baby by now!" in which case I will be in jail for murder. :)
Lizzie and I went shopping Friday for a storage unit for the playroom. Her daughter, Brenna, apparently LOATHES staying at home, so Lizzie needed a break... And I, of course, needed a place to stash the ungodly amounts of toys we've accumulated with only ONE child!
So, we went to Target. They had some cute little storage shelves with open plastic baskets... And some of the spiffy wall units that you stick fabric drawers in. The latter were on sale and I was pleased. We loitered in the aisle for a good hour, admiring fabric drawers, looking for this cool spin-y island dealie, and listening to my sweet daughter talking at the top of her lungs (Brenna was sound asleep in the Moby).
But, of course, Liz and I both knew we'd seen them at Home Depot or Lowes or something and SURELY they would be cheaper than Target. Riiiiiiiiiiight. So, we packed up our children in our respective cars and booked it over to Home Depot (right across the street). They had one storage unit, but it was neither nice, nor cheap. Boo! My back was killing me, so I sat on a lovely display of outdoor furniture they had set up just inside the doors while Ainsley (and Aunt Lizzie!) raced around the place exclaiming "Lights!" (The light fixture section apparently was a bit overwhleming for her).
After my back quit throbbing quite so much, we wandered back over to Target. I had admitted defeat and wanted to use one of their little motorized scooters. Seriously, it take a LOT for me to admit I can't go anymore, but... I SO could not. And ya know what? Neither of the ones they had were charged. Grr.
Anyways. I waddled back to the back and Lizzie and I hauled the heavy thingie into the cart and we checked out. By this time, I was fairly certain I was dying (Liz agreed). We stopepd at the little Target Employment kiosk and I sat for another 30 minutes or so, just to get the gumption to make it out to the car.
And that was the EASY part!
Since Friday night, I've had contractions at the mere THOUGHT of doing anything. I gathered up laundry Saturday night and actually had to go lie down my back and belly were throbbing so much. Aaron and I kept talking about me going to L&D... But, that's a copay that just seemed unncessary. frankly, we don't have $150 to plop down to be told to drink more water and rest. (When we called Friday night because I was CRYING in pain, the nurse told Aaron to have me take a tylenol, a hot shower, and go to bed. Thanks, lady.)
Then, last night, the contractions started up again and they were AWFUL! A few came every 2 minutes, but them started to slack off so that it was between 7 and 22 minutes between... And then the ebbed off all together. I'm only 31 weeks! I don't TRULY believe I'm in LABOR. I just believe SOMETHING is going on. Something that ain't quite right.
So, I called in this morning and am going to the doctor at 11:15. I'll update when I get back-- presuming he doesn't just say "Well, if they were REAL contractions, you'd have a baby by now!" in which case I will be in jail for murder. :)
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Well, we're still here. We've surviving...
Oh.
Why, you ask?
Today is the 8 month anniversary of Ainsley's diagnosis of Type 1 Diabetes. 8 months have dulled the pain of knowing my baby has a chronic disease... But, dull or not, the pain's still there. I suppose it always will be.
I think the real kicker here is... I wouldn't have even realized it was 8 months today. Honestly. But, I'm up waiting to see where her blood sugar goes after treating a low and came online to double check with my "Diabetes Mentor" if you will, that I was handling it properly.
See, Ainsley was being a monkey and crawling all over me. So, I said, "Hey Bit. Why don't you go crawl up in bed and Mama'll watch some TV with you?"
She scurried off (little TV addict!). I finished up what I was doing and walked into the room... And there she was, sound asleep in her toddler bed. She NEVER goes to sleep so early... Let alone with out many choruses of "Night-night!" and much sugar from Mama and Daddy.
So, out comes the trusty meter. She's at 74, which is too low for her to sleep on. Plus, after checking her pump, I see that she still has IOB (insulin on board). That means that she still has insulin in her that hasn't completely kicked in, so she'll go lower still. Lovely.
So, I go and get a juice box because she can drink from a straw while she sleeps. If you don't know a "D" kid, lemme tell you... There's just something heartbreaking about watching them drink in their sleep to live. It's just... Wrong. :( But, I don't get that jolt tonight because she's unwilling to drink. I finally managed to squirt about a third of the Juicy Juice into her mouth (another quarter of it down the sleeve of her nightgown). 15 minutes later, she's at 108.
Now, I'm just killing time to test again at the 30 minute mark to see if I need to FORCE her awake to drink the rest. And.. Happy Anniversary.
A friend, another D parents told me I shouldn't be sad. I should celebrate. Because we are LIVING with diabetes rather than the alternative. So...
Yay.
I guess.
Oh.
Why, you ask?
Today is the 8 month anniversary of Ainsley's diagnosis of Type 1 Diabetes. 8 months have dulled the pain of knowing my baby has a chronic disease... But, dull or not, the pain's still there. I suppose it always will be.
I think the real kicker here is... I wouldn't have even realized it was 8 months today. Honestly. But, I'm up waiting to see where her blood sugar goes after treating a low and came online to double check with my "Diabetes Mentor" if you will, that I was handling it properly.
See, Ainsley was being a monkey and crawling all over me. So, I said, "Hey Bit. Why don't you go crawl up in bed and Mama'll watch some TV with you?"
She scurried off (little TV addict!). I finished up what I was doing and walked into the room... And there she was, sound asleep in her toddler bed. She NEVER goes to sleep so early... Let alone with out many choruses of "Night-night!" and much sugar from Mama and Daddy.
So, out comes the trusty meter. She's at 74, which is too low for her to sleep on. Plus, after checking her pump, I see that she still has IOB (insulin on board). That means that she still has insulin in her that hasn't completely kicked in, so she'll go lower still. Lovely.
So, I go and get a juice box because she can drink from a straw while she sleeps. If you don't know a "D" kid, lemme tell you... There's just something heartbreaking about watching them drink in their sleep to live. It's just... Wrong. :( But, I don't get that jolt tonight because she's unwilling to drink. I finally managed to squirt about a third of the Juicy Juice into her mouth (another quarter of it down the sleeve of her nightgown). 15 minutes later, she's at 108.
Now, I'm just killing time to test again at the 30 minute mark to see if I need to FORCE her awake to drink the rest. And.. Happy Anniversary.
A friend, another D parents told me I shouldn't be sad. I should celebrate. Because we are LIVING with diabetes rather than the alternative. So...
Yay.
I guess.
Friday, July 17, 2009
I thought that once you were an adult, you didn't have times when you cried like your heart was breaking because someone didn't like you. The past hour really has proven to me that you're never too old to get your feeling hurt enough to cry like a baby.
I'm sure being pregnant doesn't help my emotional state.
Why am I upset, you ask? It's because I'm... Alone. And not by my choice. Sure, I have my family. They love me... They have to. I'm pretty sure it's in the contract.
Don't get me wrong... I'm know I'm a bit strange. I always have been. I'm not too great at making friends. In fact, the people I'm closest to, I've known for years and years. Just because if they DO like me, I gotta hang onto 'em since I probably won't luck out and find others who tolerate me well.
My mom says I've never related well to people, even since infancy. I suspect I have Asperger Syndrome but am on the higher functioning end of it. People and most of their interactions just completely surpass me. And it's always come back to bite me in the butt that I don't know how to act normal when the chips are down. Sure, I can fake it in small doses, but apparently not very well once people get to know me.
And it just hurts, ya know? Well, no. You probably don't. You're probably normal. Lucky duck.
I'm sure being pregnant doesn't help my emotional state.
Why am I upset, you ask? It's because I'm... Alone. And not by my choice. Sure, I have my family. They love me... They have to. I'm pretty sure it's in the contract.
Don't get me wrong... I'm know I'm a bit strange. I always have been. I'm not too great at making friends. In fact, the people I'm closest to, I've known for years and years. Just because if they DO like me, I gotta hang onto 'em since I probably won't luck out and find others who tolerate me well.
My mom says I've never related well to people, even since infancy. I suspect I have Asperger Syndrome but am on the higher functioning end of it. People and most of their interactions just completely surpass me. And it's always come back to bite me in the butt that I don't know how to act normal when the chips are down. Sure, I can fake it in small doses, but apparently not very well once people get to know me.
And it just hurts, ya know? Well, no. You probably don't. You're probably normal. Lucky duck.
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