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Five for Friday.

July 7, 2017

It’s been a weird, tough week. But not too tough for Five for Friday! I love my little mental colander that lets me sort out the things I can throw overboard before the weekend. We don’t need no clutter ’round here, mental or otherwise!

Let’s see what we’ve got…

1 Poor Bee is home with a fever. I got the girls for dinner last night, and Bee mentioned a headache, but that’s not necessarily out of the ordinary (though I hate the near-constant pattern, poor thing). As soon as we got home, Bee went to lie down instead of towards the kitchen for food, so I knew it was serious. I checked on her a little bit later, and as I brushed back her hair, I noticed she was approximately 390°. Okay, or maybe just 101.3°, once I checked with the thermometer. Stepmom graciously allowed Bee to stay the night with me so I could take care of my sweet baby. Her temp did go down a little with some Tylenol, and it’s gone this morning, but the headache lingered. Here’s hoping it’s not an ear infection from her swim lessons!

2 I was glad for the company because I was a little afraid of sleeping alone in the house last night. Know why? The night before, my house alarm went off in the middle of the night! Scared the pants off me! I called 911 and the cops took their sweet time – more than 10 minutes to get to the house. They didn’t see anything amiss, and all the doors and windows that I could see (I wasn’t going into rooms where the doors were closed until the cops got there) were secure, but I was still scared out of my mind. That happened at 2:30 a.m. and I never went back to bed. Every time I shut off the lights and tried to close my eyes, I broke out in a sweat and started to freak out. So nope. I didn’t necessarily want Bee to be scared like that if it happened again, but I like having another person around to help me make sense of everything. I hate being alone. I can do it, I’m tough – but I hate it.

3 Which is just one reason why I hate July so much. It’s the month the girlies go to their Dad and Stepmom’s, and I have to stay home by myself. The custody arrangement flip flops. I used to love it when the girls were toddlers and I needed a break. But now the girls are older and (usually) fun to be around and I enjoy my time off with them. The arrangement has stayed the same, regardless. I just have very different feelings about it. (And so does Bee – she begged me not to make her go, but I think that might have had everything to with the fact that she got in trouble and didn’t want to face up. She knows better though – Dad, Stepmom, and I have worked hard to be a united front, so she was marched straight back over to her dad’s. No mercy! Heh.)

4 There’s a nice big reward at the end of the month for those of us who make it through. I purchased our tickets to go home! It’s the same week we’ve gone since time out of mind – nothing ever changes in our family routine – so we’ll be vacationing the first week of August, like always, including the weekends on either sides, like always. I’m so excited, I have perpetual Kermit-arms over here!!! I can’t wait for our family cookout and to catch up with cousins and see family and friends and hear everyone talk with the right accent and have a break from this insipid heat and eat some real fish & chips… oh my god, the list is my happy place! Kim asked me what the girls were the most excited about, and I didn’t have an answer, although honest-to-god, it might be packing. HA! Prepping for and anticipating the vacation is at least half the fun!

5 I think besides catching up with my favorite people, what I am most looking forward to is our vacation-within-our-vacation. My sister Kim graciously sprang for a cabin in New Hampshire at Weirs Beach. It’s the same property (if not the same house) that my family has vacationed in since I was a little girl, and we’ve stayed there with the girls before. We have all the fun! It’s a 2-minute walk from the boardwalk, there’s a beach, arcades, mini golf, bumper cars, tiny little tourist shops, boat rides… I fell asleep last night daydreaming that we were there and having fun doing all of the things we’ll get to do in a little less than a month. And having our vacation-within-a-vacation smack dab in the middle of our trip home is so well-planned because I’m sure by then we’ll be ready to get away from my parents’ house for awhile. I love my parents, but seeing how sick my mom is…it’s harder than words could ever describe. And my dad is…well. He’s the same as he’s ever been. I sacrifice my children as buffers. (Sorry childrens.) So the vacation will break all of that up, and still give us enough time on the back side of the trip to get back in good graces with the parents and aunts after leaving for a few days. Oh! And my brother was able to take that entire week off from work, so the girls will have fun hanging out with their crazy uncle! I am really, really, really looking forward to going home!

And that is a very happy place to leave our 5 For Friday! Hopefully the fun and excitement carries me through today and spits me out the other side ready for some fun this weekend! What do YOU have planned? Anything fun?

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Hunh. You *can’t* hear me now.

November 19, 2015

Every parent knows about those special little moments when you feel like the Mom or Dad of the Year. You know, like when your 11-year-old lifts her head up off the couch and mentions to you that she can’t hear anything when that ear is covered, because that’s her only working ear, but then you forget all about it because it’s right before the rush of bedtime and prepping for the next day.

Forgetting your kid is half deaf? Mom of the Year Award, right here.

Because then you get a note from the school nurse saying your daughter has failed her hearing test at school – twice – and should probably get that checked out. Then you remember the half-deaf thing. And then you schedule her (and her sister’s) well-check at the doctor because you haven’t done that yet, either. Hey, I mentioned the Mom of the Year Award, right?

So, yeah. That’s happening. I don’t even have a guess as to what’s going on. The ear Gracie can’t hear out of is the ear that gave us the most trouble when Gracie was little. She had constant ear infections as a toddler, so we had tubes put in her ears. That helped tremendously. About a year later, maybe a year-and-a-half?, one tube fell out and the hole in Gracie’s right ear closed on its own. The left ear? Not so much. The tube came out, sure, but the hole didn’t want to repair itself. We waited and waited and eventually her specialist recommended a tympanoplasty. They explained that because of the hole and the damage to her eardrum, it was like Gracie was hearing everything through an ear full of glue.

So maybe that’s at play. I can’t imagine the graft could separate or detach after seven years, but the symptoms seem to be the same. Or maybe Gracie has had an ear infection and just didn’t notice? She has been stuffy and drippy and congested pretty much non-stop thanks to her Fall allergies. Or maybe she just has an inordinate amount of glue-y wax in her ears. (Yeah, that’s disgusting, but it seems like the simplest solution, so I’m rooting for that.)

Then there’s the fact that my dad suffered from a bit of hearing loss long before it was age appropriate, and my sister has such severe hearing loss that it impacts every day life. I can’t say that’s not percolating in the back of my imagination.

Her first doctor’s appointment – that forgotten-about well-check – is on Friday with a new pediatrician. (On top of everything else, her old doctor has retired. Boooo!) I guess we’ll have a bit of a better idea what we’re facing then. Fingers crossed it’s something manageable.

I guess the good news is that it didn’t fall off.

August 4, 2013

Because a vacation without a minor little crisis just wouldn’t be a vacation for us, this happened:

Thursday, Gracie started complaining about her ear. That was the day we had flown home, so I just chalked it up to the changing pressure from the airplane ride. Except on Friday, Gracie’s complaints grew a little louder, and a little more frequent. There were tears involved. And she begged for Tylenol. Gracie – my kid who never once flinched when she fell on the playground a few years ago and needed four stitches and cracked her skull. So I knew she was in a lot of pain. I bought her over-the-counter ear drops in case it was swimmer’s ear. Except after an entire day of holding Gracie down and forcing her to sit through the pain of adding ear drops, the pain wasn’t any better.

It was Friday afternoon. We were out-of-state. And I really didn’t want to play insurance roulette at the Emergency Room. You know – after a five-hour wait in the ER for an earache.

So I did what seemed like my best bet: I called the girls’ pediatrician and threw myself on her mercy. Please call in some antibiotics, I begged. I explained the situation and waited for the nurse to call back. Which she did a few hours later to laugh in my face (no, not really) and tell me that they couldn’t call in any meds without having seen her. Go to a clinic, they said. I can’t find any reputable one, I said. And then I cried.

Once I got over my tears of frustration and maybe possibly a teeny tiny tantrum, I vented about the situ on Twitter. And one of my friends who lives up here and who happens to be a pharmacist saw my tweet and told me about an urgent care clinic that was nearby. My friend is a superhero. And my very favorite!

After a very sleepless Friday night, I let Gracie sleep in a bit on Saturday. When she woke up, she begged me to take her to the doctor before we even dropped everyone else off at Grandma’s. Um…no. But we did get Gracie right in to the doctor. There was no wait. It was a medical crisis miracle! A few minutes later, they determined that Gracie had a raging outer ear infection. We gave them alllll our money (with a discount because they processed us as self-pay…and also because they felt all of the bad for us) and by the time we got to the pharmacy, our medicine was ready! VACATION SAVED!!

Gracie still woke up a few times and cried because her ear hurt, but the antibiotic drops helped almost right away. And alternating ibuprofen and tylenol didn’t hurt, either. Looks like she won’t be swimming in the lake once again this year, although wading and splashing might not be out. Thank god – I need to get this vacation back on track for those girls o’ mine. Arcades can only rescue so much!

Yesterday was not a good day for ears.

October 10, 2012

In a lot of ways, you could say mommyhood is a series of blog posts you’d never thought you’d write. Last night, when I thought to myself, today is just  not a good day for ears, while comforting the second ear-injured child, I knew I was having one of those moments. Those never thought I’d be here exactly moments.

Ear injury the first: I was on the phone with my (ex) mother-in-law, who had called to check on me and my gall-bladder-or-ulcer? issues. She had called and left me a voice mail this weekend while I was at a friend’s house, and I had listened to it, erased it, and then forgotten to call her back. Whoops. Which was why I couldn’t rush off the phone when I noticed Bee, who had just been bouncing and laughing on my bed, was  now all of a sudden crying on my bed where she had been happily lying a moment before. Upon further examination (while mid-sentence – we adventurous mamas have to multi-task, of course), I realized Bee’s new dolphin earrings had gotten stuck in the woven blanket on my bed, and when she tried to get up, it had yanked on her earring a few times. I extricated her, checked her ear, and sent her off to get an ice pack. Her ear seemed to be fine – reddened, but fine – but I knew the ice pack would calm her down and let me finish my conversation. When I got off the phone a few minutes later, I rechecked Bee’s ear and realized it was bleeding a little. It didn’t look to be ripped at all; the tiny amount of blood seemed to have come from inside the earring hole, so I wiped it with an antiseptic wipe and sent be off to bed. (With a tooth under her pillow – the second one in three days. It wasn’t a good week for teeth, either.)

Ear injury the second: Gracie had decided she wanted to change her earrings. So, after Bee was settled in bed, I got Gracie all set up at the kitchen counter with her new earrings. I pulled the backs off the first earrings, pulled and – tears. Her ear seemed to have grown over her earring post. She’d had the new ones in for a week, and hadn’t complained, but apparently her ear wasn’t very happy with them. The front looked fine, but when I finally got the earring out, the back was swollen and red and looked slightly infected. I slathered it with anti-septic and got the new new earring in there – barely. And with lots of screaming. And I had a hard time finding the back hole. Great. Gracie’s other ear looked fine, but the new earring didn’t want to go in that ear, and Gracie lost her nerve. I suggested putting in the earrings she picked out when she had her ears pierced, at least until her ears healed. I slathered both with more anti-septic, carefully removed the peace sign we had worked so hard to get in the infected ear, and braced for a second assault when I put in her original earrings. Which went in easy as pie. Of course. I told Gracie she should remember to spin her earrings every day; I’ll do it, too, when I put more antiseptic on, but it can’t hurt if she gets in the habit.

So there you have it. Another day, another round of adventures. Mine remain unscathed, but I’m thinking of putting them in protective custody until this ear curse lifts. And maybe antibiotics for everyone to ward off the ear infections. Just to be safe, you understand.