Hello, hello! Happy Monday! I hope you all had a great weekend. Our was good, just loooooong. The kids had…
Hello, hello! Happy Monday! I hope you all had a great weekend. Our was good, just loooooong. The kids had…
Hello, hello! Happy Monday! I hope you all had a great weekend. Our was good, just loooooong. The kids had a four day for Parent Teacher Conferences, I had a work event, David had class and DR appts 2/4 of those days… just a long weekend. And somehwere in all of this was a 2am dog accident in the bedroom carpet. . . twice. (and then once the next day, thankfully on the hardwood floor instead of carpet)… shots, y’all. Poor thing… poor me. Eww.
Anyway, … I thought I’d drop in and share a few photos from our weekend with you.
I don’t know if this is a National thing, but our town had a little FB group about rocks. They paint cute ones, mark em with the group information and ‘hide’ them. I think you’re supposed to post about them when you find them, but I’m not 100% on the rules. But, the kids found this one and another on the way to the library and it was cute.
Selfie because why not 😉 (shameless plug –> wearing Amethyst ShadowSense & Caramel Latte plus Fire Opal LipSense on my lips. Can’t beat no budging makeup *wink* Link to group on my sidebar)
Maddie & I did an event on Saturday night for LipSense and she got to wander off for a second with some Derby girls. She was SO excited!
And somewhere in there was that library trip that included a park stop for drone flying and rock hunting fun.
That pretty much sums up our weekend. Like I said earlier, I hope you had a good one.
Oh, and if you’re looking for some quick & simple “spooky” Halloween food ideas, check out this post.
People keep asking me how we’re doing, and how life is now that David’s out of the Army.
I thought I’d take today to just update you guys on our new life.
It’s weird. It seems surreal. It seems like David’s just on a vacation, or on leave still.
Yesterday was his last official day in the Army. (He had 2 months of leave saved up and took full advantage of that PAID time). But it’s officially official. We went yesterday morning to get our new I.D. Cards. His is blue, blue = retired!
Life so far for us has been … interesting.
Again though, it doesn’t seem like he’s actually out of the Army, it just seems like a long mini vacation so far.
We’re in that weird month of no paychecks coming, so that’s TONS of fun (read: VERY stressful for Amber, the bill payer, and money controller) but other than that, I’d say we’re doing OK.
College is going well.
The only class he’s not loving is the “Welcome to college/ how to be an adult” class, but he’s an almost 32 Combat Vet and it’s full of 17/18-year-olds that are fresh out of High School. And it’s taught by a former Mil spouse that emphasizes that she’s a FORMER Mil spouse (divorce that left a bad taste in her mouth about Military members). That’s been interesting to say the least, but overall classes are going well for David.
As far as the kids and I adjusting… well, the kids are excited that Daddy now takes them to school in the mornings & they don’t have to ride the bus. Otherwise, I think they’re enjoying having him home for longer periods than what they’ve ever been used to.
I have witnessed my children approach him and say, “Daddy… can I blah blah blah” <-- Do you know how HUGE that is?! Usually, it's "Mom! MOM! MOM! Dad, have you seen Mom?!" because I've been the main parent for so long. I've been the parent that they rely on, that they know will be there. It's so weird now that David is that parent too. We like share responsibilities, you guys. If you're a Mil spouse with kiddos, you totally get how huge of a deal this is! They keep asking when Daddy has to go to work again, or if Daddy has to go to the field anytime soon, or if Daddy's gonna leave again soon which breaks my heart, but I excitedly get to say, "Nope! Daddy isn't going anywhere anytime soon. Remember, he's OUT of the Army now, so doesn't have to do that anymore" and they skip off happily. Seriously, it's a dream, you guys! IT IS SO NICE HAVING HIM HOME STEADILY!You guys, I like our new life. While we definitely have our struggles with David's medical stuff, life just seems a lot calmer without all of the day to day Army life stressors. Don't get me wrong, life is far from perfect, but I definitely am enjoying spending more time with my husband. That's a huge bonus.And in case you're wondering how he keeps in shape....
Haha. Bo is loving all the extra attention he’s been getting as well. (Missy too).
Even the cat seems happier. <-- THEY GET ALL THIS NEWLY DISCOVERED LOVE AND ATTENTION!I don't really have much else to update with. We've honestly just been enjoying having David home and just hanging out as a family.
I was messing around with the boys’ hair the other day. Fin was whatever about his, but Owen wore a beanie for a day and a half to hide his sort of straightened hair. It was the funniest day & a half ever.
That’s all I’ve got for this very Monday-y Monday.
Hi friends, I hope you’re recovering nicely from Christmas. My house is still a disaster. We tidied up most of the wrapper paper mess and the kids carried the majority of their stuff up to their rooms. Now it’s just a matter of rediscovering my kitchen countertops, catching up on dishes, and purchasing a new vacuum. Figures that mine died like days before Christmas, right?! Ugh.
Anyway… Day 3 and 4 of Christmas break were spent just hanging at home.
I finally started wrapping presents on December 23rd. Christmas eve eve. Nothing like not procrastinating. I did manage to get them all wrapped in only a few hours. I took a few breaks because sitting on the floor in the cold basement alone while wrapping presents is not only painful on your butt/back, but it’s quite boring. But, it definitely beat how we usually wrap. We usually stay up til awful unGodly hours on Christmas Eve wrapping EVERYTHING. We go to bed at like 9 pm. That just wasn’t going to fly this year. So on December 23rd, I sat my bum down there & got everything wrapped. I high-fived myself like a champ once I was finished.
I made the kids some snowman pancakes but messed them up because I was busy telling the kids to stop bickering. That’s parenting right there, folks. Ha.
They still enjoyed them.
The kids opened their Secret Santa presents from each other. They draw names every year. It’s hilarious watching them figure out who has who, but not actually realize that they know. Last year they ended up telling each other who they had AND what they’d gotten for each other.
This year, they only knew who had who. They did a great job of keeping quiet about what they’d bought. It was sweet and hilarious to watch that whole thing go down.
I made chicken & dumpling for Christmas Eve’s dinner. Speaking of, I have a very important question for you… how do you make/eat your chicken & dumplings? I’ve always only known them as dumplings, chicken. That’s all that goes in it. But I see people adding vegetables and weird stuff all the time. So, please… leave a comment and let me know how you make/eat them and where you’re from. Is it because I’m from the south? Is that why we make them how we make them? David’s from the same place I am and he thinks it’s weird to add veggies too.
Read about the rest of our Christmas break here:
Be sure to also read about our Gingerbread train that never got turned into a train and see a pic of Owen face planting/eating snow.
ER trip. Miscarriage. Methotrexate shots. Surgery.
Here’s the first part of my miscarriage story in case you missed it and need to catch up.
After being told that my body was handling it on it’s own, I went in for labwork the following Friday (December 2nd)… afterwards I headed to pick up Owen early from preschool because I was worn out and my heart hurt. Right before I pulled into the parking lot, my phone rang… it was the nurse with my lab results. My levels had gone from 700 up to 900. “This is definitely not what I expected to see” she said to me. She then told me that I needed to come back in ASAP. My body wasn’t handling the miscarriage on it’s own like I was originally informed. I cried when I got off the phone with her. I cried a lot. I grabbed Owen. His teacher tried to ask me if everything was OK, but after taking a look at my face just sent us on our way.
David met us up there, he took Owen while I talked with the nurse. Since my levels were rising still, something needed to be done. I could either go upstairs for surgery or I could get a shot to stop the growth.
I opted for the shot. Methotrexate is a low dose form of chemotherapy. Isn’t that scary?! A few hours later, it was prepared for me and I received one in each butt cheek. The next few days were a total blur. David had to pick the kids up from school, then come back to the hospital (30 minutes away) to pick me up. It was snowy and messy and just a crappy day.
Following the shot, I had to go in for labs again on Monday and then Thursday. On Monday they’d risen to 1300 which is normal, it should rise and then drop. On Thursday, I went in for labs and a Dr Appt (late because of a snow day and the Air Force Academy’s hospital was closed for a training holiday so just add that to this whole mess). I finally made it down to Ft Carson’s OBGYN clinic to be told that things were looking good… my levels had dropped more than the 15% they hoped for… they’d dropped by like 30%. I was pleased with that. It meant that I didn’t need a second dose of Methotrexate and it meant that this was finally ending.
I can’t even tell you the amount of times that I’ve cried or just zoned out or felt the crush of losing this baby. Having to get shots in my butt to stop the growth after being told that my body was handling it just about did me in. Just the idea of agreeing to shots to stop the growth killed me inside.
Fast forward….. the bleeding has finally stopped, the pain is subsiding, the pregnancy symptoms are settling down… all is looking up.
Then Saturday and Sunday (the 10-11) I started to feel a little… off. I thought maybe I’d just overdone it and I thought I had some gas pains (the shots give you weird symptoms). I took it easy, and thought it’d be fine.
On Monday the 12th, I woke up to take Owen to school. I showered, put some makeup on, did my hair and was feeling pretty good…. right up until we got in the car. I started getting this intense pain. I was sweating, I had goosebumps. I thought, “okay… finally just need to use the bathroom”. I parked the car and turned to get out and gasped from the pain. I got Owen inside & called David crying. Once I got home, I emailed the nurse line (and then went to pick up poor Fin from school because he wasn’t feeling well). David came home early and grabbed Owen for me. I took some Percocet that I’d been given in the ER when this all started (back on Owen’s 5th birthday, November 28th) The nurse called me and told me to come in just to be safe.
We already had Fin with us because he wasn’t feeling well and school sent him home. So David swung by and grabbed Maddie from school too on our way up to the hospital.
I had to stop by for labs, then wait and wait and wait some more. I was a walk-in appointment. We got there around 1pm and I was finally seen around 3:30/4. David picked up the kids, everything was fine. It wasn’t a big deal to hang out and wait. I knew with a walk-in appointment that I’d be waiting. I didn’t know I’d be sitting across from an overly loud couple & one of their mothers listening to them hoping it wasn’t twins…. hoping for someone to take the other baby for a couple of years if it was.
There should seriousy be a seperate room for women going through this instead of having to sit there surrounded by happily pregnant people making comments that they don’t even know are horrible.
My DR of the day did an internal ultrasound to try to figure out where the pain was coming from. I thought I was just seriously constipated from the medication. He said that the ultrasound looked a bit confusing and sent me to radiology for an outer & inner ultrasound.
My ultrasound tech had a DR pop his head in and based on what they were saying, I was bleeding internally.
She wheeled me back to my Doctor where David & the kids were also waiting for me. That’s when I was informed that my tube had ruptured and they were going to admit me for surgery. By this time it was 5:30pm, I was sore and tired and so were David & the kids.
David took the kids home and got them settled and ready for bed. I was wheeled upstairs, quickly hooked up to things and quickly checked in. Surgery started at about 7pm and I was back in my room at midnight. I had no idea what had even happened. The Dr said he wouldn’t know what was up until he actually got inside. Everything was so up in the air. I was so scared. I had no idea what would happen, how long I’d be in the hospital… everything just depended on what I looked like inside. This was absolutely terrifying and I was completely alone. Seriously, I wouldn’t wish this on anyone. This whole experience has been devastating.
The next morning, he told me that he took part of my left fallopian tube out and that my right side was also messed up.
If I were to get pregnant again, it’d be an ectopic. No more babies for me. I was able to go home that afternoon.
It’s now Wednesday and I’m sitting on my couch updating this. My body hurts. My stomach hurts, my throat hurts from the tube, my hand hurts from the IV, my arm hurts from all the labwork (which I still have to continue once a week until my levels hit zero). And I get to follow up with my DR in 1-2 weeks to discuss birth control. On a bright note, he said if I were to start taking birth control now, it’d help later on dwn the road when it came time for me to go through Menapause. Awesome, huh?! I can’t have more babies, my tube ruptures, and we’re discussing menapause.
My body hurts, my heart hurts. On one hand, I’m glad to know about the other tube so that we don’t go through this again, but at the same time it was such a crushing thing to hear. I wish I’d have just opted for the surgery from the get go and skipped the shots. And I’d been bleeding for who knows how long. It was slow and steady, but thankfully it became painful enough that I went in. I’m thankful it was caught in time before it got worse, but how insane. How scary.
This is so all over the place, I’m sorry for that… I’m just trying to keep things sort of straight and update while I can.
November 28th… Owen’s 5th birthday was when I ended up in the Emergency room. November 30th is when I heard that my body was handling it on it’s own. At this point nobody knew if it was ectopic or a miscarriage. December 2nd is when my levels went up and I received the shots. December 12th I was rupturing and admitted to surgery.
This really is just never-ending. It’s like a day to day nightmare. As soon as I start to feel OK, something else happens. At least now it’s removed and I should heal up. But how devastating. How heartbreaking. How painful. And then I hear that I can’t even try again if I wanted to.
No baby #4 for us. Ever. I just wish I could’ve found that out without going through all of this…. without losing a pregnancy, without bleeding internally, without getting excited to have a baby.
I’ll be alright. We’ll be alright. Time heals is what I hear. I’m not even sure if I’ve processed the information about my right tube yet. The surgery happened so quickly, the past few days have been such a blur, who am I kidding… the past few weeks have been such a blur.
Thank you all for your continued support, prayers, thoughts, and love.
You have no idea how much your words have meant to us and have helped us through this heartbreaking time.
Much love to you all.
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I shared with you guys on Wednesday the books I’ve been reading and what I’m recommending. I just finished up “What Alice Forgot” and I’m adding it to the recommendations. What do you recommend I read next?
I love awards day! I mean, they annoy the crap out of me, but I love when my kids bring home the notes letting me know that they’re getting an award. (My Awards Day Rant) Yay for Fin. He asked me if I was coming and I asked him if I should and if he was getting anything. He said, “I don’t know! They don’t tell us”. Maddie was trying so hard to not giggle because I’d already told her that I’d be there and that Fin was getting one. I asked Fin, “If you get one, what do you think it’d be for?” He said, “PE or Art”. Maddie had a big smile spread across her face. I almost lost it laughing.
Did you watch the new Rocky Horror Picture Show last night?! I did! Fun fact, when David & I first got together, we attended a showing of The Rocky Horror Picture show. It was SUCH a fun night. It was totally crazy to me because I was young and had NO idea what it even was. We dressed up, David wore eyeliner, and was dragged on stage to umm… well… fake an orgasm. He did it too. HILARIOUS! I’d forgotten all about that night until this.
In other news, I got this stuff in a POPSUGAR MHB and love it. No joke, I highly recommend it. (Here’s a link to it on Amazon)
Oh, before I forget….We woke up this morning still dancing around to the song, “Let’s do the timewarp again” which switched us right into Halloween songs and I was quickly reminded of how bummed the kids were that “The Nightmare Before Christmas” isn’t on Netflix anymore. Welp, ordered it for $7.99 off of Amazon. SEVEN DOLLARS AND NINETY NINE CENTS, people! GO ORDER THAT!
And that’s been our week…. that’s my update… that’s all folks.
See you Monday! Have a great weekend!