Monday, January 30, 2012

Keep on an even keel...

What does that even mean? Teh googles tell me it means "to remain cool and calm. (Originally nautical.)"


Right. I'm doing that, for the most part. Aside from a few little panic attacks, I've been doing really well. Wiggles had a major meltdown today while I was on the phone with my MIL. Lovely. Wiggles started pinching and slapping herself because she was starting to wind down, and yknow she needed a REASON TO BE MAAAAAD. So, *pinch* I'M MAD CUZ I GOT PINCHED! *le sigh*


Me: Fine, you want to tantrum? You can tantrum in your crib. Tantrum allllll you want. Mommy's gonna go clean the kitchen. 
*tantrum continues for about 5 minutes.. then silence*
Me: *checks on Wiggles, who is now asleep* Well.. that worked better than I planned.


 So.. upcoming fun stuff. I'm going to Disneyland with a friend from out here! That should be really good times. They have a 21 month old little girl who is adorable beyond belief. I'm really excited. I'll be gone from the 12th to the 17th. No robbing my house please, though you'll have trouble getting past the 135 lb guard bear/dog. Plus, you don't know where I live so nanny nanny booboo. Please don't try to find me. I don't have much worth stealing, unless you want a cat with the IQ of an eraser.


Things are going well with my meds. No migraines, no more manic episodes. I have more energy than I'm used to, but I'm thinking this is just my normal baseline. Normal... WTF is normal? I certainly don't know, cuz I haven't been it since I was.. oh.. 13 or 14, I guess. That's about when my depression started. I'm 26 now. I've been off and on meds since then, yeah, but never really found a combo that works like this one does. Abilify, cymbalta, and topomax for my migraines. It really is working. I'm actually SLEEPING! SLEEP! Sleep is a wonderful amazing thing. Waking up feeling rested and not like a member of the shambling dead is amazing. When I was really depressed, I wouldn't sleep for days. Literally, days. I would just lay there and stare at the clock hoping to eventually become so exhausted that I'd pass out. I would, and then I'd sleep for 24 hours, only waking to pee and get something to drink. Crazyness, isn't it? Then I'd get so manic I wouldn't sleep because I didn't need it. I'd lay in bed watching movies or tv shows, or reading endless books, or sometimes just lay there and let my mind wander to the most random of places. I tried to at least rest, because even if I didn't sleep I still needed rest, yknow?


Anyhow, I must be off as the Very Angry Toddler has awoken. Until next time my fair readers.



Monday, January 23, 2012

Why I chose a hospital birth

I figured that since, in the end, I AM a raptor, I need to post why I chose to birth in a hospital. This was originally posted on another blog (.http://www.10centimeters.com/)but I'm going to go ahead and post it here too. Cuz.. it's mine. And I can do that.


Let me start off by saying I am not against homebirth.  I am all for safe homebirth attended by an experienced medical professional, preferably a CNM.  I cannot in good conscience support unattended births or births attended by direct entry or lay midwives. However, I do believe that there should be state or federal guidelines as to what constitutes a medical professional, meaning there should be standardized schooling to allow more women the ability to birth at home if that is what they desire.

I delivered my daughter on July 16th, 2010 at the National Naval Medical Center in Bethesda, Maryland. I bring this up because I know there could be someone out there who says “Your doctor induced you to make more money!” This is untrue, as my doctor is a military member; therefore she got paid the same amount no matter what kind of birth I had.  Homebirth was never an option for me, because I have multiple medical problems that would have made it extremely dangerous.


The primary concern for my wellbeing, along with my daughter’s, of course, was my heart conditions. I have a mitral valve prolapse with regurgitation. This in itself is not enough to be seriously threatening to my life, but it’s certainly something that needs to be monitored. My symptoms got progressively worse as my pregnancy went on, and since I am fairly asymptomatic from that, it was a cause for concern. Additionally, I have atrial fibrillation, a type of arrhythmia or, put simply, a whacky heart rhythm. This can cause a myriad of problems, and to be perfectly honest, people with AFib really should consider the risks of pregnancy with the condition. On top of all that, I was born with a genetic condition called Neurofibromatosis type 1, and as with many genetic conditions there are varying degrees of severity. My family is very fortunate that, generally speaking, we have had no major problems linked to our NF1. However, one of the major concerns is that we grow benign tumors called neurofibromas on our bodies, and they can often grow on the spinal cord or even in the vaginal canal. One can see why this might cause issues during delivery. The final nail in the coffin, so to speak, was that I developed community acquired MRSA about 2 weeks before Wiggles' due date. I had to be on some serious antibiotics, and they are known to cause severe jaundice in neonates. The doctors needed to be able to monitor Wiggles closely for that and for any signs of infection in her.

                                                        Last picture of Wiggles in my belly

It’s tough to say what would have happened had we not had a hospital birth. I don’t know what would have happened if I went into labor naturally, as I was induced at 41 weeks. I’m aware that due dates aren’t an exact science, and normally I would have preferred to avoid an induction, but all of my doctors were strongly recommending scheduling an induction. My heart symptoms had reached an all-time high; I could barely walk up a single flight of stairs without my heart racing. After a 36 hour labor, including an MRI to check for tumors on my spine before placing an epidural, Wiggles' heart rate dropping to the mid 50’s, my own heart rate skyrocketing to nearly 200, and my poor husband having his hand nearly broken.. Our precious daughter arrived. Was her birth ideal? No, I didn’t really want to be induced and they had to use forceps as she was stuck behind my pelvic bone. Am I horribly traumatized and do I need lifelong therapy? Absolutely not.

I know that every woman is different, and therefore her choices and her reactions to the outcomes will be completely different. In the end, as long as mom and baby are healthy and happy, that is what matters. One might argue that the trauma of birth will make mom and baby not healthy and happy, but, to me, the argument holds no merit. Childbirth does have inherent risks, there’s no denying that. There is a reason that childbirth was the number one killer of women for countless years. Sanitation, better medical techniques, and better nutrition have all added up to make childbirth less dangerous. Birth is not to be feared, but I’m not sure it should be trusted either. Birth is to be respected, whether it’s at home, in a birth center, in a hospital, or in the middle of the woods with you surrounded by your furry friends. Birth how you want, but please… do it safely. 

There really is a baby in there, I promise

Sunday, January 22, 2012

A KrEaTive award!

I love when I'm given awards, especially ones I don't think I deserve them. Yes, that sentence made no sense and I'M LEAVING IT THAT WAY BECAUSE I CAN! SO SCREW YOU GRAMMAR MILITSIYA!





There are, of course, the standard rules to accepting said award.

Rules:
Link back to the person who gave you this award
Complete the form below
Award 10 other blogs and let them know in a comment or email
Share 7 random thoughts about yourself

FORM
1. Name your favorite song: Too many to name!
2. Name your favorite dessert:  Orange rolls or homemade bread pudding
3. What ticks me off: Stupidity
4. When I'm upset I:  Bite my nails
5. What's your favorite pet:  Stinky
6. Black or white:  Grey
7. Biggest Fear:  Losing the people I love.
8. Everyday attitude:  Yes, I have an attitude everyday.. oh wait. Uh... Today could suck, but it could NOT suck too!!
9. What is perfection: My daughter
10. Guilty Pleasure: Orange rolls for dessert.


10  8 blogs, in no particular order, and taken pretty much directly from Linds cuz I'm cool like that:

http://momofmanyfeet.blogspot.com/ 

http://www.musingsofaplussizedmom.com/ 

http://whatpalebluedot.blogspot.com/ 

http://www.lifeas5.com <---- the one who gave me the award

http://birthconversation.blogspot.com/ 

http://separatespheres.blogspot.com/

http://sara-savel.blogspot.com/ 

http://lifebeingblonde.blogspot.com/ 

7 Random Things About Me:
1. Bear (our dog) got stuck in Wiggle's playtent today. Picture to follow.
2. I have 5 tattoos. I had to count how many I had before I put it down. I'm getting my 6th as soon as tax money hits.
3. I'm addicted to funny Russian pop music and videos, even though I only understand about 50% of what they say.
4. I LOVE FROGS AND RABBITS!! Aleah can suck it if she doesn't like rabbits.
5. I would love to do all the things I see on Pintrest, but I have no artistic talent.
6. I cannot deal without soda, even though it tastes like crap since I went on the Topamax. I'm not willing to go off it though.
7. I've found so much support and love from my friends, they are beautiful people, and I don't think I could survive without them.


Thanks again, Crazy/Not So Crazy Lindsay!  You're Teh AwesomeH.





Saturday, January 21, 2012

Panic at the... bar?

Apparently so.

We went out to try some pole dancing lessons tonight. That didn't work out, apparently they're only Monday through Friday, and since today is Saturday, it didn't happen. Oops. Oh well. We decided to go grab some noms and have a couple drinks. It's Saturday in a busy town. BAD IDEA. I know I'm not supposed to be drinking, I'd barely eaten anything today, and these meds make me a lightweight.  Crowds. Crowds are bad for Crazy Lauren. I gave a couple people the crazy eyes. You know the crazy eyes.

Yeah, that's what my eyes looked liked. They really are that color.



I tried to take an actual picture to show you my actual eyes, but I'm working on sobering up and I have a wicked headache, so that's not happening. Flash plus my headaches equals people being murdered in the face with cats, so we try to avoid that around here. Anyhow.

So my anxiety struck up, I stepped out to try to calm down and I get the call that every mom LOVES to get. My kid is puking and Mr. Stinky shouldn't be left alone to deal with that, it isn't fair to him. So.. after drinking some really strong screwdrivers, I drove my happy ass home in a car I wasn't familiar with. Yes, stupid I know. Yes, I should be shot. I made it home. I was below the legal limit, I felt comfortable driving, I could walk a straight line and all that.. well, as much as I ever can. I carry a doctors note in my purse saying I have a neurological problem and that certain tests are invalid because of it, lol.

I get home and Fussy/Wiggles is back to normal, other than a slight fever. I wonder if she just got all worked up because I wasn't home? She isn't used to me not being home. I made her a mild dinner of waffles and apples and we hung out while Stinky rearranged our house. Yes, I said rearranged our house. Allow me to explain. Fussy's new room was the old workout/guest room, and now her old room is the new workout/guest room. Her toys had slowly been taking over our living room and we couldn't walk without falling over one of them. So, now her room will be open during the day so she can play in there with her annoying toys. Her less annoying toys will live in the living room/tv room. Annoying toys live in her room. That's just how life goes. Luckily most of them are heavy so so if she wants to move them.. she can't. Not yet. I decorated her room too, I got these cool decals from Tarjay that I put on her walls and door. I'll put up pics tomorrow. I want to get some posters too. Make her room more than just a sterile on base room, yknow?

Anyhow, my head is pounding.. so I'm gonna pop a pain pill, take my night time meds and go veg on the couch until bedtime. Until next time my fair readers.. all like.. 5 of  you.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

I'm a loser baby...

Trying a blog with pictures tonight. This might or might not work out, as I'm laying in bed typing on my netbook, so if I actually attempt to draw something, it might look like something a one eyed crack addicted bonobo monkey would draw.

No, I'm not really a loser, even if Lindsay (Lindsey? Now I need to go look.. damnit.. and if I go look, I'll lose my train of thought. I'll go back and look and fix this later. Or I won't. We'll see.) I'm only really a loser at games I can't win against my husband, like chess, or Othello, or sometimes Magic The Gathering. I like to win though, and it's about 50/50 if I can win Scrabble.

I won here. Go me.

So tonight's mental health blog is brought to you by.. irritation (not irrigation, as my computer tried to put. Very different words). The past two days I have found myself increasingly irritated by the stupidest little things, but big things don't annoy me. For example: my dog was licking his leg last night while I was trying to pass out. OMG I WANTED TO SCREAM!!! Seriously, it was driving me freaking bonkers. Of course, the damn dog has no idea why I'm hissing at him to stop and trying not to yell. Finally I kicked him out of the room and shut the door. Stinky (husband) was still up playing video games, so it worked out. The light and sounds of people dying were blocked out, and I didn't have the mad licklicklicklick sound reverberating through my bedroom.

Today has been an interesting day. My meds are changing me for sure. I think I'm edging towards hypomanic, or even maybe manic, but I don't know. I've been so fucking depressed for so fucking long I don't even know what's normal anymore. I'm barely sleeping, but those of you who know me well know I don't sleep much. In order for me to sleep more than 4 hours at a time I pretty much have to be tranqed to the gills. I'm having the WEIRDEST DREAMS EVER! Seriously. I woke myself up last night talking about how my dog didn't need panties. Apparently in my dream, there was a store trying to sell my 130 lb dog pink lacey panties. Oh, and then there's the other night when I tried to strangle Stinky. He doesn't remember this, but I do. It happened.. I remember laying there for an hour terrified afterwards. I have no idea if this is a med side affect or wtf is going on but man my brain is fried.

Anyhow, back to the interesting day. Princess Wiggles (daughter.. trying not to use real names here, sorry) got her first haircut yesterday. It's still a bit of a shock to go in her room and see short hair after 18 months of never cutting it. Don't get me wrong, it still touches the collar in the back and you can still REALLY tell she's a girl, but it's much shorter now.  We were working on organizing and cleaning her room today when the cat got his face stuck in the window. Yes, the cat got his face stuck in the window. Allow me to demonstrate with a horribly drawn picture. Remember, I am laying in bed at almost 11pm, with my meds on board. Any psychological damage caused by this picture is your own fault.

Purple thing: crib. Brown thing: chair. Grey part: screened open window. Black thing... CAT

So basically, Space Cadet here went to jump up onto the windowsill and look out the window. All fine and dandy, except for a few problems. The chair he was jumping off is a glider, which means it moves. The window was partially open, and all the way covered by the blinds. My cat has the IQ of an eraser. In jumping onto the windowsill, he slipped, and somehow got his head stuck in between the part of the window that slides open and the screen. He then mewed pathetically. I was in the middle of a diaper change with PW, so I couldn't exactly spring to his aid, but I did as soon as humanly possible. He's fine, not hurt at all.. maybe a whisker broken. No brain cells up there to lose, so no harm done. He's currently tearing around the house meowing at the top of his lungs because he can't find me. He has yet to look in the bedroom because the dog is in here with me.

Our day is usually filled with "No Wiggles, honey, leave that alone" or "Be nice to the kitty" or "don't whack the puppy with the hammer!". Today it was "Just because the kitty fit somewhere, doesn't mean you can." I would have a pic of this, but my phone is in the other room and I am exceedingly lazy. Long story short, Koshka had crawled under where we put the spare kitchen chairs, most likely to escape from Wiggles. Wiggles decided to try to crawl under the chairs to get to Koshka. Can you see where this plan might fail? Yeah, me too. Wiggles didn't though. She got stuck. Proper stuck. Started whining, then going... "MA!! MA!!! MA..... TUUH!" Which, in 18 month old means "Mother, I do believe I am stuck and require your assistance:"

This all happened before lunch time. Can you see why I'm on meds? My 50 dollar headphones also got broken, likely beyond repair, Elmo sang his song about 53453045984 times, I heard some song about a cat named Applebee running away about the same number of times, and I ran out of chocolate chip pancakes yesterday. Sodas don't taste good anymore because of the Topamax, and I've lost like 6 lbs. My brain is FUH-RIED!

Yeah, you might say I'm manic. I started this at 10:40. It's 11 now, and I had to take a quick potty break. I'm gonna try to sleep now.. maybe.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

First post... and the inspiration for the blog title.

First off.. welcome to my blog. Yay blog. I have no earthly idea how often I'll actually be able to update this thing, or if I'll do it ever again.. but I will try. I have a very active toddler, and a fairly demanding life so I rarely have time to pee.. let alone blog.

Hokay. First ever blog post. Here goes.