Cole

Earlier this month, Cole was diagnosed with phimosis. We tried a steroid cream, but it didn't work, so he was scheduled for surgery to fix it. Zac was able to come with me, so we got to the hospital for 7:30. Cole is the most patient of my kids. He sits still, doesn't whine or complain, and is usually content to watch whatever is on the TV or to watch other people. He had his procedure and we were able to be discharged around 12:30. Dr. B said he's glad we came when we did because Cole was on the verge of another infection. We were all starving by the time we left, but like I said, the kid doesn't complain. We picked up some lunch and got home. He started feeling pains after he ate, so we started medication doses. That baby, he must've been in agony. For the first hour he was home, he just screamed and couldn't be still. Once the meds kicked in, he was able to relax a little. He sat in my lap and watched Coraline before feeling pain again. I've been overwhelmed, mostly because his cries overstimulate me and I KNOW he's in pain, but I also can't do anything about it. When he was a baby, I could nurse him and hold him, but right now I can't do anything but empathize (which is draining) and just be there. He's very good at taking deep breaths, but changing his training pants is a very difficult job because he's so sensitive to touch. It makes him shaky and he has a hard time calming back down. He did take a nap for a little while and we've been on top of making sure he has his medicine. Before bed, he was feeling more like himself. He was wanting to walk around and show us his Lego creations with occasional bouts of pain that didn't last long. I really hope he sleeps tonight. I feel he might wake up at some point in the night, but I'm hoping he gets some good rest.

Jac

I brought Jac to his scope appointment early this morning. We were originally scheduled for 12:15, but someone cancelled, so we went at 8 instead. I feel bad because I told him to stay up late since his appointment was late that way he could sleep in, but we're both glad to get it over with. So far, they didn't see anything concerning. I'll know more next week. So far, he's still kinda tired, but doing good. I'm hoping they can offer some answers to his digestion issues.

Leah

I brought Leah to the dentist this morning for her fillings. She promised she'll floss more. While I was waiting for her, there was an old guy who was just awful.

Receptionist: Hi, good morning.
Man: What's good about it?
R: I'm sorry?
M: What's good about it?
R: (awkwardly) We're alive?
M: Well, I'd rather be dead. I'm sick of this life.
R: Huh... well, it says here your appointment is for 9:30
M: No, it's for 9.
R: I'm sorry, but it says 9:30 here.
M: Well, it's wrong. My appointment is for 9, that's why I'm here at 9.
R: Alright, well, have a seat and we'll be with you shortly.
M: Fine, but I'm not watching no cooking show. Yall need to put it on hunting or fishing. I'm not gonna watch a cooking show.
R: I'll see what I can do.

Receptionist never switched the channel and I'm positive she had to take a few deep breaths. Meanwhile, this guy just kept making comments through the entire episode. The chefs were making a pound cake. He kept making remarks like, "Anyone can make a pound cake. They act like it's hard. I could make a pound cake." It took all my mature restraint to keep from shouting THEN GO BAKE A POUND CAKE BOB. But, I didn't. Once they finished the pound cake, there was another episode doing something with meat marinade. This guy once again continued with his commentary, "Why do they keep repeating themselves? They already said that. I'll never know why people like to talk so much."

Mind you, it was only the two of us in the room. I'm not sure if he thought he was talking to an audience or me or just talking to talk, but my lawd. If you're so miserable and want to die, why come to the dentist to take care of your teeth?

After the dentist, I taught the kids and then brought Leah in for her toe appointment. Dr. W removed part of her toenail and I've just got to either help her keep it clean, or supervise her for a week. I'm hoping this fixed it so she won't have anymore issues. She's braver than I am, even though she got lightheaded after it was over. I told her it was probably an adrenaline crash. I'd have freaked out, but she barely made a sound. It has been a day. I'm mentally tired. I've got two more kids to get through and will hopefully be able to breathe.