Over Hill Over Dale I Hope I Don't Hit The Dusty Trail Face First

Fumbling over words and stumbling over my own feet I some how made it through yesterday.  Today I'm taking it easy.

Yesterday the three of us decided to venture out of the house for a few hours.  We checked out a flea market in Savannah.  Eily wasn't impressed by the puppy mill area nor were we.  It smelled of beer, feces and decay.  The poor animals were packed in cages and fighting over one another to get to the water being poured into the cage through the wire from a recycled Mt. Dew bottle by their owner.  The cage of kittens was stacked on top of a cage of puppies.  The kittens were so lethargic from the heat that they didn't even respond to the water being poured into the cage.  I was disgusted and we turned away as soon as we could from the crowed of people that were hyped about the bull puppies in cages.

We then went to a Scottish pub for an early dinner.  Eily had her bottle, cheerios, bambas, and orange.  J and I had meat pies for our starter.  He ordered a burger while I had a stuffed portabella mushroom.  I had difficulty ordering.  I did explain to our waitress about my condition and that I have trouble speaking at times.  Yesterday was that day for me.  No changing table in the men's room but there was in the ladies room so I managed a quick diaper change for Eily there.

In all those fibromyalgia commercials they talk about the pain.  There is more than pain.  I have days where I have the shakes from my medicines.  I have days where the disconnect in the language center of my brain is horrid.  I know what I want to say but saying it is like playing the old pyramid game on television.  I have to describe the word because I can't remember the word.  Or the word comes out as the opposite word.  Or worse yet I sound like a drunken idiot and babble and slur my words.  Mind you I don't drink while on my meds and certainly not while my Fibromyalgia is that bad.

Earlier this week I fell with Eily in my arms.  My left leg again gave out.   Eily is just fine.  I was holding tight to her and the way I landed she was in her standing position which only scared her. I saw my pain management doctor on Thursday and told her.  She made note of it and the bruising on my leg.  She made a follow up appointment for 12 weeks out.  Honestly there isn't much that can be done for me any more except back surgery.  I'm scared.  At the rate I'm going I might just be in that dreaded wheel chair faster than I expected.  Two bad falls just this month.

Four and a Half Months After Surgery

and I'm still having pain.

No bleeding but I'm still having pain.  It is rather uncomfortable to say the least.  Sex wasn't always fun with the endometriosis but I wanted it.  I still want it but now when I have an O there is stabbing pain radiating through the pelvis with the O.  When I asked the oncologist about that particular issue last month they said it might go away or it might always be there because of the extensive damage to my pelvic region from the endometriosis and surgery.  The round ligament has been cut through so many times I will never have a flat stomach now.

Now that the adhesions have been removed from the bowels I am at the other end of the IBS with the diarrhea where before I used to be constipated.

Even though I'm no longer bleeding and no longer have the reproductive organs Endometriosis has left terrible scars behind.  Scars upon my body and mind.  Scars on my mind because of the lost pregnancies.  Scars on my body from the surgeries.

The left uppermost scar where they inserted all the equipment in the last surgery sits just below my floating ribs.  When I bend over the scar tissue likes to slip under the ribs and gets caught there causing pain until I can massage and pull it back out.  Not fun.

Last post I forgot to mention what J got me for Mother's Day as a gift.  I asked him to make a donation to an animal shelter for cats for me.  He did.  He told me how much and what in the card he gave me on Mother's Day.  He is so sweet.  I have my family and Bugsy means so very much to me.  I really hate thinking about the time he spent as a stray.  I want to give back when we can and why not with a gift this way.  I don't need more material possessions.

10 months and an Over Due Update

So 10 months has zoomed by.  I missed posting last week because my mother was visiting.

Eily has gained a pound and grew another 1/2 inch.  She is now almost 21 lbs and even closer to the 30 inches in height shy by just 1/4 inch.

She is such a cute little stinker.  Yesterday I came back into the room where I had her in her playpen to find her laying down on her stomach.  I asked her what was wrong.  She said, "I pooped".  Sure enough she had and off we went to change her diaper.

The visit with my mother went well enough.  She didn't hold Eily much.   She only picked her up once of her own accord.  She held her one other time to have her picture taken with her.  I asked her if she wanted to feed her and she responded that she had taken care of enough babies in her lifetime.  Sighs...oh well.  Mom never did want children.  I mean she is happy to have adult children now but she didn't really want us.  Children were something she was expected to have much the way a women is expected to have say a purse or a pair of earrings

Mother's Day was okay.  I washed my mom's laundry, dried it and folded it for her.  I made sure she had everything she needed.  I baked her a cake, I cooked for her.  I even took her out to a nice restaurant for a surf and turf.  Oh and when we played a few games of Flinch and I kept winning Mom was getting cranky.  So I said whoever wins the next round wins for the night so of course I threw the hand.  She is a sore loser and an even worse winner that loves to gloat.  I did mention that to her to remind her that she could learn to be nicer about things.

For all that she held her granddaughter she bragged to her sister how solidly she is built.  How would my mom know?  What she did notice is that Eily is a very happy baby.  She said I wasn't like that.  Gee I wonder why?  Eily is a happy baby because J and I promote a happy atmosphere for her to grow up in.  If we have a problem I tell him to go outside and I'll go outside to talk with him later.  Sometimes his work gets in the way.  Why argue around the kids like my parents did?  It only upsets them!  I don't remember how many times I went to bed with an upset stomach over my parents fighting and I mean fighting.

We won't be moving to a new duty station any time soon.  However we might be moving to a new home soon.  Looks like three apartments, bigger ones, will be available soon.  We have been given the new addresses to take a look at and decide which one we might like.  It would be nice to give Eily a bigger bedroom.  This place is so tiny and poorly laid out.

Quick Post

My Mom is coming for a visit this weekend.

Must get the apartment ready.

Everything is rather a mess due to packing things for yard sales in the process of moving.  I'll make room for mom and still find time to cook and socialize.  I found time to make her a nice gift, wrap the other gifts, do house work and make dinner last night.  I still need to shop for more groceries and bake a cake all before she shows up tomorrow night.  EEEK!!!!

Donor Egg Issues

So far we really have had a good almost 10 months with very little in the way of medical problems four Eily.  However, the pediatrician did note that we are lacking half her medical history which could cause some problems for her later in life.

This week I emailed the infertility clinic I used requesting more information on the donor I used.  I haven't heard back.  So today I called them.  I was transferred to the right person and she said she'll get the information that I need and have someone contact me as soon as possible. She did ask me if it was urgent.  I said yes.

Well Eily does have allergies.  She does have a full body rash.  It isn't going away no matter what we have applied to her.  It isn't the laundry soap.  We've been using the same type since before she was born on all her clothing and it is meant for her things.  The only other detergent used in the washer is free of all dyes and fragrances.  No fabric softeners are used on laundry.

She has been eating the same foods.  No new foods were introduced around the time the rash started.

I was told by a friend, an educated friend that also has raised children, that sometimes babies just get rashes.

This rash was so mild when we saw the doctor that he didn't even notice it.  We did report it to the nurse.  Funny thing is that even I broke out in a rash for a few days too.  No clue what caused it.  I know I have really sensitive skin too.  But Eily's skin is really bad.

We've done the Aveeno, Burt's Bees and now have moved on to coconut oil.  I make sure to take my watch off each time I change her diaper, it is a metal band and I don't want to scratch her.  By the way, the only place she doesn't have a rash is where the diaper sits on her body.  Strange?  I think so.

The cloth diapers get washed in the same load as the rest of her clothing.  Don't judge me.  I use flush-able liners on her diapers.  I switched to paper last week to use up the stash I had on hand.  She had the rash before the paper diaper switch.

Anyone have a clue what could be causing the rash?