Friday, July 30, 2010


What was supposed to be an uneventful trip for a slightly late 2-year-old check up has landed us with a dental and a surgery consult for Miss Brooklyn.

Yeah, surgery. But it's just a consult, for a hernia. I'm really hoping we can take a conservative, wait-and-see approach. Then again, if this is going to be an issue, maybe it's better to do this now... If she's going home, we should send her in the best possible condition. I don't know.

Apparently nothing is too urgent - she's had this since she came to us, and the consult is scheduled for sometime in mid-September.

Oh, and I'm not sure what the dental consult's about... we shall see.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

3 days down, 18 more to go

So, I got the hard cast on Tuesday. It's bright purple, because that's how much I love Lily. My foot definitely feels more stable; the hard cast (obviously) offers a lot more support. Sitting is still kind of a pain because I have to keep the foot elevated most of the time.

Tomorrow marks two weeks off work. Am considering taking a third; it's a luxury I am lucky enough to have, though I could go back Monday if I had to. I will, at the very least work partial days, I think.

I have become adept at crawling up and down steps - a sight you surely would love to see, I'm sure :-) The girls certainly think it's a crackup. Which by the way is Lucy's newest catch phrase.

Other than that, not much to report. Hanging in and being very thankful that I'm facing this minor medical challenge as opposed to what other people have to deal with.

Friday, July 23, 2010

The Good, The Bad & The Ugly

The Good: Three words - PB, Mom, Per.Co.Set
The Bad: Umm, my ankle? It's impact on my life?
The Ugly: The hellacious scars I'm going to have, and the Amanda shaped divot that's forming in my bed.

Really, all things considered it's not so bad. Although a week in bed sounds way better in theory than it actually is in practice. PB has been a saint - I owe him and I am no good at health care, so I'm not sure how that'll work out. Also, I think I am killing my poor mother. She stayed here all week and was constantly running around getting something for me or chasing the girls.

The girls are also good - they are very careful around my ankle, although they're pretty annoyed that we keep leaving the house without them - I take up the whole backseat now since I can't really keep my leg down for a significant amount of time yet. At my first dressing change everything looked good - at least from the doctor's perspective. Next Tuesday I get my first (and hopefully last!) hard cast. Am hoping that I'll be more comfortable moving around after that we'll see.

Had a small setback with a complication related to one of my antibiotics but that problem also seems to be clearing up.

I'm a little bored though, so entertain me, friends. Point me to some new blogs that I should read or something :-)

Monday, July 19, 2010


So I am through the surgery. Got home yesterday afternoon, hobbled my way to bed and pretty much haven't left since. Mom brought the girls back yesterday and they all appear to be in awe of the foot-that-must-not-be-touched. Pain is pretty much under control as long as I stick to the dosing schedule.

Am feeling a little bionic. They apparently used some kind of "anchor and cable" system inside my foot - this was explained to me at some point, but apparently they were not messing around with the pain relief and I don't remember it. I also have some sort of electro magnetic bone growth generator that goes on the outside of my bandage for 10 hours every day. And, before surgery they did this cool thing where they took a bunch of my blood, spun out the platelets, which I guess contain high concentrations of growth factors and other stuff, and applied that to my incision.

First appointment is tomorrow - for a dressing change. That should be interesting. PB is of course, taking fantastic care of me. He even spent the night at the hospital, despite my protestations. He's a good man.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

A parenting win!!

Overheard when playing with dolls yesterday:

"Here, Lucy, you be the dad. Take these babies because I have to go to work."

Lily then hitched her purse over her shoulder, walked to the door and said, "Bye, babies, love you, I've got to go to work now."

My mom says I'm warping them. I consider it a win in my quest to turn my children into mini-mes. But no, really, I was super excited to see them reject a traditional gender stereotype (that the stay at home parent is female) even if it's only because they are not aware of said stereotype, yet. I consider it inoculation.