My Public Service Announcement

WARNING: This post is personal and a bit disturbing so if your curiousity doesn't win out and you aren't interested in some serious gyno issues then don't read it.

ALSO, I am writing this post because I want some good to come our of our trial. This isn't just a fun way to post our thought to be dirty laundry.

AND, this post probably wont go in the blog scrapbook for sure.

So I mentioned previously about some test results not being good and making me stressed. Thereafter I didn't blog for a week because I was so embarrassed by what had transspired. I got the call Friday before last about all my initial ob bloodwork, everything looked great except for one small problem, the nurses words not mine. She stated I had chlamydia and that she would call in an antibiotic. I sat on the phone in shock trying to figure out what in the heck she was talking about finally I manage to ramble on about being a virgin when I got married and that we had been married 5 years...could I get this from the toilet seat? She continually stated it was a "sexually transmitted disease" I finally said, so what you're saying is my husband is cheating on me, to which she responded with her favorite line "it's a sexually transmitted disease". I called Mick hysterical and so confused he ended up coming home from work to try to talk to the nurse and ask her the questions that I had methodically written down from my internet pi skills. He did assure me that he had indeed NOT cheated on me and I really didn't need to ask...but it was nice to be reassured. The nurse finally says I can be retested. The thing is I didn't want to be retested...weird, huh? I didn't want to go through all the embarrassment of seeing people and there was that fear of what if this just jumped up there at the doctor's office or something? But my dear friend April (the only one I was brave enough to confide in and close enough not to judge me) basically said, you have to go, you'll regret it if you don't. I did go, and I would have regretted it had I not. I did sob through the whole thing while pitying nurses looked on thinking I was foolish not to know that my husband was running around on me. My Dr. on the other hand was positive it was a mistake and did some extra tests to be sure. She seemed to be the only one that believed me. Then the waiting began. Mick had to make the walk of shame as well to his doctor since his faithful wife tested positive he had to be checked too...and since I didn't get all the test results for a full WEEK later we didn't know it was all in vain. My doctor finally called saying she was sorry for the stress and that I did not have the dreaded std. I did ask her to talk to the nurses about a little sensitivity in someone's worst nightmare of a moment.

All this to say, if you ever question any test at the doctor's office, go get retested. They still aren't sure where the mix up was with mine. There could possibly someone out there with an std that doesn't know it. I was worried about the whole retesting thing but either way I am glad we have an answer. And our marriage has withstood a very trying test.

LAST THING, if you have an std this post isn't really about the std itself or to judge you. This whole situation brought up alot of issues that I don't think appropriate to blog about but virtually "having" an std for a day made me very sympathetic to the way you must feel. So please don't take this post the wrong way, it is only to say that mistakes are made more often that we know I think.

Haydee and Mic-nah

Here they are splashing like madmen.

Closing their eyes runs in the family.
Micah would only look at those dadgum letters Hayden is clapping...uggh!

Hayden and my dad came over to play and eat dinner with Micah and I since Mick had to work and Mom had Book Club. My dad actually watched both boys for 27 minutes while I went to work and got dinner. Definitely fun for Budda! Hayden later told mom that Dad went to work with me and that indeed, HE, Hayden watched Micah. Yeah right! We'd be better off putting Micah in charge. The boy does love some Haydee no matter what Hayden chooses to do to him. There favorite thing is to get a bath together and it is quite the rucous with those two...they feed off each other something fierce and I can only imagine if this next baby is a boy they could be a force to be reckoned with! Please Lord, no...I mean whatever is your will. So the boys both need haircuts bad so we attempted to mohawk their luscious locks and the pictures show what we got. The floor in the bathroom had more water than in the tub.

On another note, Micah has been feeling so good since his sickness. I mean he just loves life apparently sitting comatose with a fever for four days will do that for you. So he has been alot of fun. Even though I haven't been up to par I have so enjoyed being around him. *Don't get me wrong he still gets 2-3 spankin's a day and timeout a few more* BUT when he isn't kicking or hitting or screaming no, things are really fun. Just wanted to keep things realistic. So anyways, he is starting to talk in sentences which is really fun. He will put two words together pretty quickly and can say some pretty large words. My favorite right now are difficult (didicult) and disgusting (didusty). Both such boy words, right? So anyways, since he began talking he is changing so fast so I thought I should record how he's doing verbally. I know we are all shocked since those he came from don't talk at all:)

black cloud...watch out for the pity party

These two are just for Mick...look fast before Mick makes me delete them!
These are his supertight jammies by the way, and he put the shoes on and walked in them all by himself...too funny!

Here's Micah writing checks on the island...you'll do whatever to occupy a sick bird.

When asked who he was writing too, he said Nana. Apparently he sees how underpaid she is as a Micahsitter.

This was my attempt at showing pinkeye...Micah felt it was too gross for pictures. ie. it's in the left eye.

Well for those that don't know...we've had a black cloud over our home for the last week and a half. Micah got sick starting weekend before last and we've been battling sickness ever since. On top of that I got some weird test results that I would rather not talk about right now...the baby is probably fine...but still waiting on things makes a huge heaviness over your shoulders. I also got whatever Micah had plus a little something extra. He ended up having pinkeye and after disinfecting and washing and cleaning and leaving town...I still got it. Who knew pinkeye was so painful and disgusting. I thought that I had gotten it before but I was sadly mistaken. A little itchy eyes got nothing on pinkeye. Sooo, I went to the doctor yesterday and being that I am pregnant we decided for me to stick it out, with the sinus headache, not the pinkeye. I was all gung ho for it at the doctor but last night when my head and my teeth felt like they were about to pop off I begged to differ. Things are looking a little better this morning so we shall see where that leads us. Just wanted all to know we were still alive. And of course we are never to sick for pictures!

rough night...rough day

This is a boring post about sick bird...you can probably look back to last year and read something identical so skip it if you don't want the medical info today. So last night Micah got real lethargic. Those that know him know that he is anything but...he freaked out when I went to work so Mick came up to the chicken house with him. He sat in his lap the whole time. I started to get real anxious. Then we went to Taco Tuesday and he got worse. By the time we got home he was pretty hot but Hayden came over and he perked up some. Then Hayden left and Micah's temp was 102...by 11 it still wouldn't go down and I started packing a hospital bag. Fortunately I have a more rational calm husband and he called to talk to the nurse. She said Micah would be fine to wait til the morning. So we slept on and off all night and Micah got up at about 6:30 then I was even scareder because he would just look at me with pitiful eyes and then pass out. His fever was then 103. So I meet the Dr at the office when they open and for the first time ever Micah actually has a fever when I take him to the dr. It was still 103. She looked at his ears and one was starting to get infected and the other was...but she could tell somehow that this had just started and thought that it was a byproduct of whatever viral madness he has. And apparently fever is nothing to worry about. I mean I know this technically but when your child turns into someone else you think the worst. I know it is just Micah's way of fighting infection but it sure would help if he beat the infection off in less than a week. So from now on I am going to try not to panic when this happens, yeah right. Oh and I know some of you thought that his ears were infected from swimming and I wondered too but the doc said that definitely wouldn't cause this type of infection. Just fyi, she said this was inner if it were water related it would've been outer. Whatever all that means... And now the fever is somewhat gone...for now...but there is some weird goop all in and over his eye! Sheesh does this ever end?

sick bird

So I don't know if eating snow and ice causes a fever but we have one. I mentioned earlier that Micah was grumpy yesterday I didn't know he had a reason to be at the time. But he woke up from his nap with a fever of 102 and then got better as the night went on. But then at 3 this morning back with the burning up and I am sorry but when Micah has a fever of 100 or more it feels like his little head is on fire. He finally went back to sleep at 6 and then woke up again at 7. I was getting flashbacks from infanthood and ear infections so I am wondering if they are the culprit. So anyways say a little prayer for our sick bird because he is just pitiful. I don't know what the deal is he really doesn't have any other outward symptoms. I wish I could just be trained at how to give a strep test and how to diagnose an ear infection. That alone could save us thousands in doctors visits. BUT I am holding out this time to try not to call the doctor to hear, go home and wait it out. So I will wait it out for a day maybe...that is as good as I get people.

It's Snowing, Yep, It's baseball season then.

Well we know its officially baseball season when it gets real cold and starts snowing right?? So Mick isn't real happy about all this snow, but I on the other hand was pretty excited! Something about the beauty of it, since we don't see it but once a year. We have had a busy morning that has made for a grumpy Micah. We went to our church and when we entered in-no snow-when we left-blizzard! Then Hayden (Haydee to Micahbird) was singing at his church so we drove there and then to lunch before heading home because we knew it might be our last meal out to eat for a while. All Micah wanted to do was eat the ice, he wasn't concerned with the beauty of it at all nor did he want to take in the pretty trees etc. with me. He simply wanted to eat the ice he said and he still insisted it was rain not snow. I was determined that Micah get out in it just like last year. Mick voiced his lack of excitment before we even got to the house. But then he suited up just like we did. Micah was crying and whining but snow comes but once a year kid...so I did what any good mother would do...I bundled him up, sent him out and took some pictures. He did like the snow when he wasn't crying or trying to feel his hands that almost got frostbitten. All in all a stressful time in the snow but better than last year...go back to Jan. 18, '08 post and see how much fun I insisted Micah have in his last snow day. See a trend here? He also has on the same coat from last year...I kept wanting to sing "Fat boy in a little coat" One day he'll be old enough to enjoy it and I'll be too old to play! Just teasing! Hope all of your families made the most of the snow if you got any.

Stop- Daddy Time

So with all the rain and such Mick and Micah got to see each other this weekend and we were both very excited. Mick has been working his booty off at baseball and work therefore leaving little time for the two of us waiting at home. Everytime Micah wakes up from his nap or in the mornings he quickly tells me Daddy is at work. I think he does it just to make sure he really is. So Mick worked Saturday morning so still wasn't here for the wake up call but when Micah woke up from his nap he didn't believe me when I said Daddy was home! So I took him downstairs and lo and behold there was Mick on the couch. You can tell Micah misses him so because he laid on the couch with Mick while I went and got his milk and they talked and played and kissed. My two sweet boys!!