Hey, Wheres The Flashback?

I've gotten more than one email today, all friendly of course, asking me "hey Tia, no flashback today?".

Well.

About that-
(bad cell phone pictures comin' atcha!)


After a few hours of nagging stomach twisting contractions, I gave in, listened to my body, walked out on the season finale of one of my favorite shows (Private Practice), hopped in my neighbors truck (her husband had come home from work so that she could take me) and took a trip down to the hospital.

See, when I was pregnant with Charlie, I went into preterm labor at 34 weeks, and it turned out I had been dehydrated. So now, as soon as I feel contractions- I start guzzling. By the time I got there, I was practically my own brita. One of the nurses made a comment about not even bothering to send my urine cup down to the lab (they ended up sending it anyways, though, she was just funny), since she could see right through it.

After a few shots of terbutaline and a lortab- I still had no relief from the contractions... I told my neighbor to go home, they admitted me, and I got moved out of triage and into my own room.

More contractions. Blood work. Test results. Crazy low potassium levels. Giant honking potassium pills that nearly choked me. More contractions. More blood work. Twenty minute naps. Thunder and Lightning. Missing my husband and babies. More potassium pills.

And 10 hours later. My first eating out experience in well over a year-

I guess somewhere along the line I should have mentioned my food allergies to somebody, but seeing as how food was the farthest thing from my mind, it just didn't come up. When they brought me a platter of croissant sandwich and grapes, I spoke up, rambled off a lengthy list of intolerances, and voila- cream of rice cereal, at my service.

An hour or so later I texted Christopher to bring the babies. I knew I'd be going home soon. I had taken my second round of potassium pills, my contractions had dulled down to a minimum, and I was exhausted. Just let me go home, I begged.

And then there my beautiful family was- Eleanore carrying her doctor kit, Charlie walking around and driving his trucks all over the floral print furniture like he owned the place.

The nurse explained to me how rather than dehydration being the cause this time, it was actually the opposite. I had drank so much water, that I had flushed some very vital nutrients out of my body, leaving me aching, literally, for health. I got a lecture about how I need to drink fluids other than water (soy milk is really my only other option), and was warned to expect further lecturing from my doctor. So rather than the terbutaline helping with the contractions, it kind of did the opposite, seeing as how it usually causes hypokalemia (low potassium) in itself.

Fun, right?

Anyways. I'm home now. The Bean and I are safe. I took a nice long nap on the couch while the babies played around me. Christopher has been taking care of me, and tomorrow I expect to be back to my busy-bee-go-go-go-do-everything self.

But, if you happened to participate in Flashback Friday without me, please, link up below! (sorry guys, next week I'll be back on track, I promise) ...

A Wednesday Ramble

faces

and feet

and naked babies riding toy lions

Its been hot this week. The humidity has been wayyy up there, making our morning walks a little less pleasant for those of us that are stuck with the task of pushing the heavy load of the double stroller. By the time the afternoon is here, the temperatures explode into the 90s, giving us reason to fill up the splash pad and relieve the babies of their cotton. They stomp and they squeal, and they slide all around. The cool water droplets escaping from the hose help to erase the redness in their cheeks, and once again, like the afternoon before, all is at peace in our world.

And sometimes riding on your favorite toy lion is nice. I'm sure his future girlfriends will agree.


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We had another ultrasound on Monday, and unlike our past attempts, this time the Bean was eager to cooperate, letting the secret of his or her gender slip. So now we know, but are going to continue to let the anticipation for everyone else grow.

Christopher walked into a sharp piece of aircraft yesterday, head first, and landed himself in the ER for a good 5 hours. All is well, nothing that a few 7 staples couldn't fix. And of course, common man style, he feels proud of his injury, and is perfectly satisfied knowing that a piece of that plane has left its mark on the top of his head forever.

We've been eating berry oatmeal for breakfast the past couple of mornings. Bob's Red Mill gluten free rolled oats, mixed with a cup each of blueberries and strawberries, a dash or few of stevia, and then a quick whirl in the magic bullet. A small scoop of peanut butter in the center for protein, and its gobbled up before I even have time to sit down and eat my own. I've been really concentrating on less sugar, for both me and the babies. So far so good.

Last weekend at a garage sale, I picked up a Shrek themed stuffed toy for Eleanore. A flying donkey. For those of you haven't met miss imagination yet, her very best friend, of all time of ever, is Donkey. He goes everywhere with us. And if its not Donkey, its Piglet (from pooh, obviously). To the store, to the doctor, down the slide at the playground- everywhere, these invisible friends come. So as you can guess, this 50 cent toy was the find of the century.

We saw a caterpillar this morning. "Is that the very hungry caterpillar?", Eleanore asked me.
..."yes", I replied.

I haven't had a cup of coffee in two days, and I'm still alive.

Oh, and I've been sleeping the opposite way on the bed every night. Feet where my head should go, putting my face directly under the ceiling fan. Christopher thinks its weird, but I think its comfortable.

And now that I've had my little ramble (and shared some pictures of the babies) I'm off to attempt to come up with and cook dinner with less than an hours time to do it in. We've got canned mushrooms, fresh zucchini, pasta, and Spam. Sounds like casserole to me.