Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

annnd I'm back



Well that was a nice break. Spring has come and we've gotten out of our cold weather gloomy funk here. We've had a bit of a heat wave for the last few days so I'm ready for winter again.

Updates by topic:

My health= holding steady doing well. Yay for no news and no more suckiness. However I would recommend NOT doing a zoom tooth whitening. I had one done on Monday since I'm getting a crown next week and thought, hey, shouldn't I have my teeth as white as possible? But man it hurt and it hurt and my gums are burned. blech. And it was expensive to boot. So, in my experience, not worth it.

The kidlet= is doing well. Shhh, she might hear. We have taken a few trips and focused on spending good time with her and it is paying off. We're being more open and frank talking to her about her feelings when she visits her dad and it's helping. She's more able to calm down instead of be awful for days. And the skies open and the sun shines and angels sing when that happens. She's going to be in 2nd grade soon, finishing up this year with a bang. We painted a mural at her school this weekend. I need to finish up some details, but it's getting there. It has been a long time coming, I recieved the grant for it last June. @@ at myself.

F= had his 3 month follow up ultrasound in March and there has been no growth. Woohooo for that. So for now, we just keep on keeping on and go back in June for another U/S. He's feeling better and more positive now. Now, we just need to really discuss adoption and how it would work for us. But he keeps skirting the issue. So I think he's not ready yet. Which is a bummer for me, but understandable.
Before and after pics up above. The after is actually just after one day, not the whole painting. There is a lot more shading to do and more flowers and bugs to put in.

Friday, January 16, 2009

And now for a message from the emergency broadcast system


I got a call on Wednesday night that my dad was in the hospital. It's either a new set of tumors or old ones that have grown and are obstructing his bowel. Surgery was originally scheduled for Thursday at noon, but was pushed back till Friday. His hemoglobin was way too low to operate so they gave him a couple of units of blood in hopes that would help out. We'll be on our way down to see him either tonight or tomorrow. Send good thoughts.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

aaaaaand, we're back

Regularly scheduled posting to resume in 3, 2, 1.....

The weekend was almost a loss, we didn't really finish anything, just started on tons of projects. We should have finished things, but we're good at that denial thing.

Frank's parents are here this weekend, send me valium and well wishes. I have tons to do before they're here, it looks like tiny pirates invaded our house and looted and pillaged. No raping though, that's not allowed in my post feminist fantasy.

I took Sarah for a blood test on Monday. Oh how I felt like the mean mom. She was so brave and strong until they stuck the needle in and starting rooting for a vein. I wish he'd got it on the first poke instead of having to search. :( She did really well though, the tears were dried up soon and we went to the park. Hopefully the bloodwork will show why she's still so very tired. I'm crossing my fingers for something easily corrected with a pill. sigh.

Frank's test results should be in soon as well. And of course I'm due for another echo. When will healthcare take a back seat to life here? Are we doomed to a life where healthcare reigns?

Frank is doing well with his denial, he's started researching MBA programs. The soonest he would start is next spring, but it's disheartening to see him do this right now. It's as if he's already given up on another child and is just going to move on to his next goal. I know in some ways that it's healthy, but dammit, we don't even have the first set of test results back.

That's the latest, now I'm off to paint and sand and clean. Wish me luck.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Monday, monday

Whew, am I glad the break is over. I don't think I could handle much more vacation time. Back to normal for all of us this week.

We did end up going to the New Year's Eve party. I'm glad we did. Our GS was of course very gracious and smart and must have given everyone a pre party talk about what should not be talked about. No one brought it up, no one acted weird, much fun was had and then the next morning off to the in laws for obligatory visit if we're in town.

Now we're home, laundry is done, food is shopped for, kitchen is clean, kid is at school, hubby at work. Ahhhhh that 20 minutes of bliss until I realize all the other things I have to do.

I'm closing my business until the CPSC gets it's act together and fixes the CPSIA. It's a bummer, but I don't see any other way I can legally be in business right now. All of our products are already produced, packaged and ready to go so I'm not really keen on sending off one of each print to get ruined in testing that we can't afford anyway. So, no more business for me, at least for 2009.

Hubby has an appointment with our GP this morning to get a scrip for another semen analysis and blood work. Hopefully the insurance will cover it. If not, we'll just keep making payments.

Now, off to help out in the classroom for a bit.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to,,

Today I turned 34. It will be eleven more years until the digits in my age are consecutive. I actually went a good part of the last year thinking I was already 34, so I find it kind of funny that my mom and I had to verify age last night. Mom came up to watch Sarah so I could work yesterday and hang out for my birthday. She and Sarah made me bagels and coffee for breakfast, super yummy.

We dropped off a potluck lunch item at Frank's work for their end of year party and then hit the mall. I have been to a mall approximately 4 times this whole year, so it was a somewhat overwhelming experience. I didn't see the massive sales everyone has been talking about, just the regular after holiday stuff. I did buy two new pairs of shoes to celebrate my new mid thirties persona. Josef Siebel's and Ecco's. I'm officially an old european man. But my tootsies are so comfy.

No news on the surrogacy front for now, waiting and waiting for appointments and approvals and all that crap. I'm tempted to just sign up with an adoption agency to start the process, but know it's premature.

Short note about the holidays:
MIL mentioned she'd like twelve grandkids. I said, "oh you're 25% there". Her answer, who's the third, I only have two. (Frank's sis has two kids, we have Sarah). Niiiiiiiiice one grandma.

One of the aforementioned two kids saying to me, "you no have babies", "I had Sarah, she was a baby a long time ago." "No, you no have babies any more cause you broken." :stunned silence that she had been told something about any of this: "No, no I won't kiddo."

I drank a large amount of rum in the past two weeks. nuff said.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

On a lighter note

We're headed to the valley to celebrate Turkey Day with Frank's family. I made some kick butt cinnamon rolls, but the recipe made eight, yes EIGHT trays of them. So if you live in the valley and know me, there might be a cinnamon like surprise on your front doorstep later today.
I used the pioneer woman's recipe and added pecan's and green apples. YUUUUUUUMMM.

Now, just get through the visit.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Real vs. fake vs. semi real?

What is the difference between parenting a biological child, a biological child via surrogacy, an adopted or fostered child? (even leaving out the constructs of race, class and how they will affect opinions)
What terminology is correct to identify the differences between these children? When does a person take offense at what's said, do they understand the underlying meaning?

I was talking with a friend regarding my in laws acceptance of surrogacy and how it would hinge on their knowledge about surrogacy. I felt that we should have been educating them about gestational surrogacy for a while before letting them know it was our choice. That way they would understand the science, see the benefits and come to accept our decision over time, instead of having a lot of information thrown at them quickly. I think if they understand the reasoning about why we're trying for this (a bio child is important to Frank, most likely BECAUSE of them) they would feel respected and honored. Instead they feel sad, let down and disappointed about the situation.

Why are we choosing gestational surrogacy? Why go through these hoops instead of adopting a waiting child? Number one reason, is that Frank wants a bio child. As a first generation child of immigrants family and family ties are paramount. Family traits and resemblances are legend in his family. He is much more modern than his parents, but still more traditional than I am. Number two reason is his parents. I feel my in laws won't accept a non biological child in the same way they would accept a bio child. Number three, it would be wonderful for Sarah to have a biological sibling.

I see a difference in how they interact with Sarah contrasted to their other grandchildren. I know that part of that is they haven't seen Sarah grow from a baby to a child. They aren't who I call if I need a babysitter or support or help. I know my distance from them leads to some of their distance from us. And for the most part, I'm okay with it. But I think a bio child or a non bio child, hell any way we put it, having another child is going to open up a can of worms with them.

My MIL has already mentioned that if our surrogate gets pregnant she wants to come talk to the baby all the time. Talk about boundary issues!! Umm, no you can't go visit our surrogate to talk to her belly. Not cool. We know you would be excited, but I wouldn't let you talk to my belly as that would cross my comfort boundary, so of course it wouldn't be something that is okay for our surrogate.

As a long time child care provider I can attest to the fact that your love for any child grows. Whether the child is biologically related to you or not, being responsible for that child, being that child's parent and caregiver is what matters. The first time I saw Sarah my heart wasn't overcome with adoration. I thought she looked kind of odd and was just so thankful that the delivery was over. But my love for her grew and steadily became this all encompassing force which I think would happen with any child. I know that adopting brings it's own challenges, but accepting a child into our lives seems like something we could do if surrogacy doesn't work out.

But then we have the fact that adoption is our third choice. Pregnancy was obviously number one, surrogacy number two and adoption three. What message does that send to a possible child? Yes, we love you but we tried all these other things before we found you. Since we couldn't do that, having you was "good enough". What load for that kid to carry, whether it's true or not, the underlying thought of being the third choice could be devatstating. How would we handle that to make sure an adopted child would feel treasured and cherished?

How would my in laws handle that? What type of relationship would they have?

Will I stop stressing over this if the surrogacy works?

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Family History

Mother:  Mitral valve prolapse with replaced mitral valve at 46 years.  High blood pressure.  Obese.  Arthritis.  History of addiction.

Father: Abdominal Cancer at 51 (desmoid tumors).  Obese. History of addiction.  

Brother:  Detached retina x 2 (both eyes, different events).

Maternal Grandfather:  Died of liver cancer at 65 (he was a mennonite, never smoke, drank or even swore).  Arthritis.

Maternal Grandmother:  MVP with no replacement.  Congestive heart failure.  High blood pressure.  Type II diabetes managed with injectable insulin.  History of obesity, now normal weight.

Maternal Great-Grandmother:  died of "heart problems"  at 36.  No further information available.

Paternal Grandmother:  obese, Type II diabetes (non-compliant), history of addiction.

Paternal Grandfather:  obese, MI at 40, 43 and death by MI at 45, heavy smoker and drinker.

Maternal aunt x 2:  MVP, no repair


No wonder I'm so fucked up.