Check Please!

I think the last few days have taken a seat toward the top of the longest days of my life.

It started with me not feeling so good on Wednesday overnight. I have IBS, which by the way is just a fancy name for ‘we don’t know what’s wrong with you’. Clever. Anyway, I figured my gut hurt because of something I ate. It happens and I deal. No complaints. Most of the time the hot sauce is well worth a rough day.

Here comes Thursday, breathing fire.

I’m at work and I get a message from Dave that reads “call me as soon as you can.” I knew immediately something was wrong because he never says that and never calls me. Hahaha. We text😉. Of course I stop what I’m doing and I find out Allie’s little stool came out from under her, she smashed her face on the bathroom counter and, now has a tooth broken in half and the other one is cracked. Needless to say I dropped everything and ran home. During the longest ride home in my entire life (so far) I’m praying that my lovely husband is exaggerating and it’s not as bad as he’s saying. If there was any a time to exaggerate and have it be acceptable, it’s is now. Lol.

I asked for a picture. I needed to see it before I saw her. I didn’t know how I was going to feel but, I knew it would be better had I had my private shock to avoid her seeing me worry and cry.

It was bad. But, better than I expected.

An appointment was made immediately to see someone to check her out. Long story short, we needed to find someone to take her insurance because we were staring at a $2200 dental bill and to be honest, we ain’t got it. Lol. If we had to pay it, we would have found a way but, we definitely don’t have the extra funds after emptying the account for this whole infertility process. I’m not complaining, it is what it is but, I’m just sayin, it ain’t in the bank. Lol. I know some of y’all feel me.

So we did find another place and they took her in the very next day.

No, it wasn’t as easy as that!

Sedating her, killed me. I started crying as soon as it kicked in. Being in the room while they were working on her was a MASSIVE mistake on my part. I sobbed in my lap almost the whole time. I didn’t wanna leave her. Dave was there too but, I’m her mom and ya just don’t leave.

Now I’m just left with an imprint on my heart and in my head.

She had to have crowns put on the front teeth. My two and a half year old baby has to have crowns. I’ve never had to have one. It breaks my heart. The whole process took about 20 minutes. They were so good but, I hated every second of being there.

Oh, is that all? NO.

I was sick. I had a small bug and even at this point I wasn’t completely sure. I was so tired on Thursday. I felt wiped out. Running to the bathroom often enough to rid me of all my energy. I never vomited, thank the Good Good Lord but, I felt awful. I was even worse on Friday when Allie was getting the work done.

Those dramatics lasted until about 2:15 when we finally got home on Friday. Allie was an emotional MESS because the sedative they gave her was a memory blocker and just happened to have a side effect of everything being a meltdown. She cried about everything like it was the end of the world. It was so sad and we did our best to console every second. She fell asleep just before we got home and slept for about 3 hours. She woke up feeling good and I was thankful.

But.

3am, fever. I didn’t have to take her temp, she was whining (that woke me up) and I knew when I felt her that she had one.

Yes, she sleeps with us and I love it so, shut up. Lol.

I woke her up for Tylenol and back to sleep we went. Few hours later, same thing. This time it was much closer to wake up time so I took her temp. She rode a steady 102 fever all day on Saturday, until about 11-12 at night even with pain reliever. She took a 2 hour nap every 3.5-4 hours. We gave her a lukewarm bath (magic for fevers), Motrin and, she fell asleep faster than ever. That was finally the end of her fever.

I’m thankful that the body’s design (fever) is to fight off the illness. She didn’t get what I got, just the fever and I could not be happier about it. The worst of both our days was Saturday and we are real happy to have it behind us. We missed church on Sunday to recover and not be the jerk spreading germs, you’re welcome!

Dave was Superman. Meals, cleaning (disinfecting), organizing, trips to the store, and taking the brunt of Allie when she was up and about. He even made a super apple-pear pie that is delicious. Of course I had to wait to eat any of it but, it was worth the wait!

He’s lucky because today I told him I combed my hair for the first time since Thursday and he took the opportunity to mention that on Friday I was lookin some type of way but, he didn’t wanna tell me because I was sick.

Thanks honey. 😡 There are nice ways of not letting me leave the house looking like I crawled out of a cardboard box. None of those people knew I was sick, they probably thought I was nuts! Lol.

Apple-pear pie… I digress.

In addition to this madness, I had to have bloodwork done in Albany at the buttcrack of dawn today. I wasn’t happy to find out that the office I have been a patient at for so many years now, has all new staff and their process for moving patients around is annoying, unorganized, lacks communication and, nobody smiles.

Okay, let me say this. When you work in an office such as this, it should be a goal to help the people coming in that door feel WELCOME. No matter the time or stress on the job. It is VERY hard to be in my shoes and if they do anything at all, they best be smilin’. Part of the reason I liked this office so much was because you could feel the “care” oozing off of them. You didn’t have to wonder if they were sensitive to you as an individual.

It’s changed. Don’t worry though, I am not letting that slide. I’m too vocal to brush it off. If it’s not for me, at least it will be for the new couple coming in the door about to start their journey.

Onward. All my junk is normal and we can proceed. I started a new pill tonight. 6 pills a day and I’ll do that along with injections. The injections are OLD. I haven’t gotten over the fact that I have to keep doing this. It doesn’t get easier.

Just jab the fat! Where is the fat!?!

Oh, It’s there. My trusty ole spare tire, Lol. My skin is just more sensitive because I’m using the same stupid areas. I rotate sides but, when it happens everyday, ya run out of places fast. It’s only been since Sept 25th but it feels like F O R E V E R.

Next poke of the vein is in a little over week. Another pit stop to make sure all is well.

Jennie, where’s the joy in all of this? I’m glad you asked.

It’s in the small moments I get in the car when a good song comes on. It’s in the smile on my daughters face when I walk in the door because I get to walk in the door and see her. Her hugs are the best thing on the planet and she gives them constantly. It’s in the time my husband takes to listen to me vent about how annoying the processes are. It’s in the realization that even though this road is unlike most of the people I know, I still get to be a mom. I still receive the promises. Even in feeling how unfair it is, I see Him making a way for me.

He’s good to me even though I don’t deserve it. I could never equally return what I’ve been freely given and the best part is, He doesn’t expect me to. There’s joy in that. There’s joy in knowing I’m loved regardless of my shortcomings and wrongdoings.

“Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you.”
‭‭James‬ ‭1:2-5‬ ‭NIV‬‬

Keep on, keepin’ on!

-Jennie B