Wednesday, December 30, 2009

New Years Eve Eve

Nanny and Pop went back to England today. It was very sad to see them go. The boys will really miss them. Pop was here for ten days longer than Nanny - to help me out after the hubs broke his shoulder. The Chipmunk will miss him the most - mostly because he won't understand what is going on.

The hubs and I are trying really hard to convince them to move here, and it looks like it might actually happen - at least more than it's ever been a possibility before.

We can only hope, right?


Monday, December 28, 2009


2009 has been really hard for me. I have been struggling with depression. And, even though I've been struggling with it so much, I've done nothing to seek help. Everytime I think about admitting I need help, I start feeling better, so I do nothing.

One of the reasons why I don't end up seeking help is because I don't think I can find the time to commit to it. I know that sounds like a cop-out, but it seems like everything has been going wrong this year.

The last time I wrote about the Chipmunk it was about how we had gotten a second opinion on his gagging problems. Well, the procedure was so traumatic for him I didn't feel like I could write about it afterwards. And, all that came out of it was a firm diagnosis of the reflux we've known he's had since he was about two months old. He has since gotten much, much better at keeping foods down, but he still has reflux, and is so underweight that he completely fell off the weight chart for kids his age. His weight issue doesn't seem to be too much of a result of his reflux, but more of a result of the problems he's had in the last few months.

In September, he had Roseola for a week. He didn't eat at all that week. Three weeks later, he had Roseola - again. Again, no eating for a week. At the end of October, he had surgery to correct an undescended testicle (that we didn't even know about until we saw the nurse practitioner at his 15 month well visit in September), he didn't eat for two weeks after that. Let's not forget the normal not-eating that occurs when any baby gets a new tooth.

The end of November brought us to the ER for the third time this year when my husband broke his shoulder on Thanksgiving morning.

Not everything has been bad this year. I've managed to lose 30 pounds, and I'm committed to start losing again after the holidays. The Monkey lost his first tooth. And, the Chipmunk is the most loveable little creature I've ever met. Also, I got an iPod Touch for Christmas - so I hope to do more writing here.

Anyway, I just wanted to get something written so I might be able to get a little momentum going.

I hope your year went well and I hope to get back to this blog soon.