Actually, I think I will take a break from blogging for the moment. It's virtually unheard of for me to stop blogging in the middle of a blog post, but I promise, I will be back. SAVE NOW.
Well, I'm back, but I'm going to be brief. It turned into a really intense bout of nausea, but I ate some mashed potatoes and took more meds and now I'm feeling slightly better, but not great. My doctor told me that pain peaks at 48hrs post surgery, and she was right--almost to the minute! The title of this post is funny, I just saw it again. Life was good, but that is moment by moment right now.
Anyway, I sat down to blog because I was feeling so lucky. Between my mom, my husband, and my amazing mother-in-law, I've been well taken care of. I can't express to you how grateful I am to have such amazing grandmothers for my daughter. I was never as close to either one of my grandmas as Maizey is to BOTH of hers. Times were different though, I was one of many grandchildren on both sides, and Maizey is the only grandchild on either side! She is so loved and well taken care of by both sets of grandparents and by her her amazing auntie Erika. I'm sure my mom and Jan would love to have lots of grandchildren, but I always remind my mom how much better it is that she can fully devote herself to Maizey, and she's lucky to not have to spread herself too thin--she can focus 100% on Maizey--which is good because the diva demands it!
That's the other thing. Maizey has been sosososo much fun lately. I know I keep saying it, but this is my favorite age. Granted, I think it was about a month ago that I was blogging that I gave birth the devil incarnate, but I've adjusted and learned how to manage the craziness, and she was going through an especially devilish time back then. I'm always just a few steps behind her, so it takes me a few days/weeks to adjust to where she takes me. She's just so happy and silly and smart. It kills me. She's pretty good at repeating words, and my 2 favorites are Lou lou which she says "lur lur" and Spongebob which she says "sp-pause and nod her head-bob." Also, her dancing drives me crazy, the minute music comes on she throws her arms up in the air and just starts bouncing. This morning I put on her favorite kids' cd, which starts off with Old McDonald and she just let loose. It's the cutest thing ever. And, at Little Gym, she runs all over and just "sucks the marrow out of life" (I bet Thoreau never intended that to refer to playing at the Little Gym). She has so much joy she can't even contain it. It's addicting. And, she's jumping. There are kids who are 4-5mos older than her in her class and she's the only one who can jump and get air--we're talking a whole inch here, people!! She's not uber advanced with language, she's pretty much just doing what she should be, but she is very advanced with her motor skills. And, she has the best sense of humor of most any person I've ever met--let alone toddler.
So I said I'd be brief, I don't want to blog myself sick again, so I'm going to be true to that. I just want to thank my friends, all of whom have updated their blogs recently--except Georgia 'cause she's too busy making homemade donuts (who does that???). Also, I wanted to let my ladyfriends know that I'm going to start another blog, here in the very near future, where I just post old diary entries. I was rereading some of mine when I was going through my memory box the other day and they are hysterical! I want everyone to fish out their old diaries and get ready to share some of their own too. I'll setup the blog so that everyone can post--let me know if you want to get in on it. It'll be really funny. My first post is going to be an emotional letter that I wrote (but never gave) to my sister about how much I would miss her when she goes to college. Good stuff.
This is a photo I texted to my sis yesterday so that she could see my silly face. My narcotics had just started working and I was feeling good. I had been taking vicodin and it wasn't working at all so they gave me something stronger and I took it while the vidocin was still in my system. I sent Erika the text with picture and told her I was higher than I had been since I was a teenager. She loved it and insisted I put it on the blog. Needless to say, I quickly became dizzy and needed to lie down. I was too afraid to fall alseep, I was afraid I'd die because of the steriod/antibiotic/iburprofen/percocet/vicodin combo--like Heath Ledger. I told Ryan to call to check on me if I fell asleep and he just texted back "RIP." Well, I didn't fall asleep after that.
Here I am this morning. Puffy. Looking really pretty. Just before the barfy bout.
I'm such a sucker for these teeth! I know most toddlers have a gap in their teeth, but I really hope it stays. It's sososo cute.