It’s been awhile..

I haven’t posted in over a week almost two weeks! Yikes. Just as I thought I was doing good with keeping up in here.

Everyone here has been battling a cold for almost a week now. Callie was the first to get it. Wednesday she had a fever and just wasn’t herself, so we took her to see the paediatrician. Her left ear(which she had been pulling at) looked “suspicious”. So he put her on some anti-biotics to clear it up. Next Jay got a sore throat. Then Jaxson got a fever. Now all over us are stuffed up with low grade fevers and congestion. I’ve seen enough snot in the past few days to last me a lifetime, although I do think it’s clearing up around here.

Callie is now walking. It’s so adorable! I love the first little while when they try out their legs on their own. So unsure, but so determined. In a few months time, I’m sure I will be banging my head off of the wall with both of them going different directions at fast paces.

We got a van last Friday. I looooove it! It’s a 2001(or 2000?) Pontiac Montana. It can seat 8 and has all the bells and whistles. I’m very happy with it. It’s so easy to put the kids in and get them out, not to mention no more cramming my stroller into a trunk or worrying about it getting stolen if I leave it in the bed of the truck. It’s in excellent shape, buthas high kms on it. I’ve driven it a few times, it’s different than driving a small car, it’s definately going to take some getting used to.

Shortly after getting the van(I believe it was the same day as the picture above was taken), we had to get Jaxson a new car seat. He could get out of the one we had for him no matter what we tried. I was at my breaking point and couldn’t do it anymore. So now he’s in a Cosco(?) Alpha Omega and CANNOT reach the harness adjuster anymore. When he found that one out, it was a bittersweet moment. Mommy laughed, and Jaxson cried. Bad mommy.

On Sunday, I had made arrangements with a woman to by a car seat from me that lived in Kingston. I talked to her through email directly before we left making sure the plans were set in stone. We were to meet at the Cataraqui Town Center at 3:15 PM. I called her on my way there. Everything was still good to go.
We get there around 3:10. We wait and look for her car. And wait. And wait. I call, and call. No answer. So at 4PM, I got sick of waiting around and we went inside to walk around. A few minutes later, I checked my email from my phone and she EMAILS me. She doesn’t call me back at all. She wants to know if I will either accept a post-dated cheque or come back next week. Um, how about NO? I drove 45 minutes, to wait more than 45 minutes with my two small children to sell you something, and you don’t even have the decency to call me to let me know you’re not coming?

I better get off of here since it’s the early morning hours, the kids will be waking me up sooner than I know it most likely. Tomorrow MIL is picking them up in the afternoon while Jay is at work so I can actually get some cleaning done. And maybe a nap. Well, maybe just a nap.

What a wonderful day..

First of all, I got to sleep in. That was great.

Then we went to town, and MIL watched the kids for a while. Jay took me out to dinner at East Side Mario’s. But before I go on, I need to give some backstory..

About 3 months ago, I stayed at my sisters for the night because I needed a much needed break before I ended up in the psych ward. I took Jaxson with me as well. Jay came to pick me up the next day and I asked him what all he had gotten done. Nothing. Nothing. Absolutely NOTHING. He had no toddler running around to chase. Every mess that was there when I left was still there. What did he do all night? Watch TV and play video games. Yes, those dreaded video games. Video games and I have a love-hate relationship. I love to hate them. So I flipped. I’d been doing nothing but cleaning and taking care of kids non-stop, while he always watched tv and played ps3 nonstop. I took my engagement ring off and threw it at him. I can’t remember my exact words, but it was something along the lines of that until he wanted to act like a grown man and pull his part, and could properly propose to me, I didn’t want it.

So now moooore back story. He bought me the ring in April 2007. I showed him what I liked and he got it. Then he handed me the box and said “Here.” No proposal, nothing. So that was always something I was ticked about. I always bitched about it.

So anyways, when we got home, I went for a long nap. Then he juggled two kids, laundry, and cleaned up everything from the dishes to putting the flowers my Mom got for me on the table nice and neat. Now, I know people will be like, ‘Okay, so he cleaned up in the end.. get over it?’ No. No. Noooo. I won’t. I should not have to lose to effing mind to get him to do SOMETHING around here. I shouldn’t have to ask him to do something that NEEDS to be done. I shouldn’t have to. The man constantly needs a fire lit under his ass to do anything around here. So anyways, it’s been sitting on the desk for 3 months.

Anyways, tonight.

SO, we went to East Side’s. And anyone who has been to East Side’s knows that they have that game that you play on the electronic boards and the tv’s. Well, I put my name as JJ. He couldn’t find one that worked, so it took him a good solid 15 minutes to get his name up on the board. So there was like 10 other people playing at the time, and because Jay had just joined, his name was at the bottom because he had no points. So we’re sitting there, watching the names scroll by. First Foofoo or whatever, then like 9 names later, JJ, and then this name….

MARRYME?

I was like, huh? Wtf? Who the hell is that?

Well the next thing I know, Jay’s down on one knee with my dusty ol’ engagement ring asking me to marry him. Of course I said yes, and then told him he had the wrong hand(LOL) and then we enjoyed our meal. We had people clapping for us, and people looking over booths, even people, specifically one couple who’d been married 46 years, give us words of advice and the best of luck. It was sweet. I must say, I didn’t think Jay had it in him. And I definitely wasn’t expecting it. By far the sweetest thing he’s ever done.

So we decided that we are going to get married Saturday, July 3rd, 2010. We’ll have been together for 7 years, less a day at that point. I’m excited to finally get it done. Hopefully by then we can afford it!

Miss Callie, complete with hairbow, and attitude!

Bald is the new pink. Or black. Or whatever they say.

Full moon?

My kids were definitely acting on the weird side today.

First, we all slept in. Big surprise there. Then after breakfast, I put them in Jaxson’s room to play while I folded clothes and did some cleaning. They had been quiet for a minute or two(okay, maybe 3 or 4..) so I went to check on them. Life lesson of the day: When kids are being quiet, it means no good. Jaxson had pooped in his diaper and decided that he should clean himself up. There was poop EVERYWHERE!!! The carpet, the walls, on his skin, on his clothes.. so.freaking.gross! The horrible part, Callie wanted to take part in “Operation change Jaxson’s diaper” and to what I’m guessing she thought it was a snack. Ick.

So here I’m gagging, cleaning up poop from every surface possible, stripping down the kids to throw them in the bath, and cleaning cloth diapers filled with poop. Then Callie wouldn’t sit in the tub and kept standing and slipping. It was just a big epic FAIL. Days like these make me question why it is that I chose to used cloth diapers.

After the bath, Jaxson found the old baby tub and sat in it and says “Mommy, I bath! Mommy, I bath!”. The kid can cause so much trouble but is easy to find a way out of it. He wouldn’t let me dress him again either, so I gave up an let him be in his room. I went back to cleaning when I came back to check on them again, and he had one of Callie’s socks on and his hat and mitts I had bought and put away for next year on. “Mommy, I wear clothes! Mommy, me clothes!”

When Callie laid down for a nap, we watched some Wall-E and then Madagascar together. He HAS to have a PS3 controller when we watch a movie. He won’t even press any buttons on it, but just holds onto it. I think someone’s been watching Dad and Uncle Chris a liiiiiittle too closely!

Later on they were both being such pains that it was non-stop trying to please them until bed. I must say, I do appreciate the peace and quiet much more now that my days are filled with non-stop chaos.

It is SO cold here tonight! I can’t believe how cold it is. I even have a sweater on, it’s so cold. My Dad said that it’s supposed to go down to -3 up in Sudbury where he lives. Sucka! Makes me wonder why ALL May long weekends are ALWAYS crappy. I remember going camping, back in 2004 I believe with Jay and a friend, and it was miserable, and cold, and rainy. Not to mention our tent broke.

Time goes by..

One year ago today, 2 old family friends and a friend of theirs perished in a car accident just south of Warkworth. It’s weird to think that I hadn’t spoken to one in years, and I barely spoke to one(besides a few instances on facebook) within a year before she died, but their deaths have impacted my life largely.  I feel almost stupid because a lot of people think that if they really weren’t close to you, then it shouldn’t impact you significantly, but for some reason it just does.

I remember May 17th, 2008. Callie was 1 week old. It was a Saturday. Jay was up with the kids and I was sleeping in. My sister called me on her way to work and I was out of it from being up all night. She told me that a family friend of Erin had emailed Dad to tell him that Erin had passed away in a car accident the night before. I didn’t really know what she was talking about at first, but then I realized. I was in so much shock I didn’t even know what to say. I got up because I knew this would be all over facebook. The night before I had been looking around and went past Robyn’s page and remember seing Erin asking where she was. I think my first thought was that I hoped to God Robyn wasn’t in that car. Robyn’s family had lost their son and brother Eric  on May 14, 1997, after being struck by a train. I saw nothing on Robyn’s facebook, so I went back to sleep. I woke up in the early afternoon and checked it again. Robyn’s page was filled with countless RIP messages. I could NOT believe it. 2 people who I grew up with for more than 10 years both died together. One single moment of their life, claimed their life. Not only did the Reed’s lose their daughter, they lost a friend. Not only did the Taylor’s lose their son and daughter both by motor vehicle accidents, they lost a friend as well. I think about them often. Almost every day. I still can’t believe it happened, and I can’t imagine the pain that these girls’ families have gone through and will continue to go through. I couldn’t imagine losing two, let alone one, of my children. Having constant memories surrounding me would kill me.

In January, Jay and I were in a bad car accident. I was driving and ended up sliding on loose gravel while going around a bend in the road. We slid doing about 70 km/h to the ditch where the car hit the side of the road and flipped over. First on the roof, breaking through a foot of ice, then the drivers side got stuck as it was trying to flip again, and landed right side up. Jay got away without a scratch on him. I wouldn’t have been able to deal with myself had I injured someone in a car accident that I was driving for. I was very lucky. My side of the roof had caved in causing a 4-5″ long gash on the front left side of my scalp. I lost quite a bit of blood, and sat frozen on the side of the road drenched and frozen waiting for an ambulance, but I didn’t care. I remember as the car was flipping over, at the moment I didn’t realize we were flipping over, I thought, ‘I wonder how much this is going to cost…’. I remember seeing the snow where the sky was supposed to be, and the sky where the snow was supposed to be. I remember a big bang. And then nothing. Then I remember being really dazed and confused, not knowing where I was. I remember Jay turning the car off and I remember being wet. I remember I bit my tongue. Then I remember glancing in the visor mirror that had been down to block the sun in my face and seeing nothing but blood.

Had the roof gone 1/2″ lower, it would’ve hit my temple. Had the roof  caved in anymore, I could’ve had a broken neck from impact. Had the car hit differently when going off the road, I could’ve had so much head trauma that I wouldn’t be here today. People have NO idea what coming within an inch of losing your life will do to you forever. I can’t imagine not being here to tuck my kids into bed everynight. That moment in my life changed me forever. For the longest time, I didn’t feel lucky. I felt unlucky. I felt like a failure. I put myself and my family in a horrible financial position. The stress of the accident, financial, emotional and physical, has taken a huge toll on me. I laugh  about things that have been ruined because of that accident, but I long to go back everyday and change the past. I miss my car. I miss what was lost in it. I just got good at driving standard, and now I can’t drive anymore. I miss everything about it. I miss my brand spankin’ new car seat. I hate talking about it because I’m sure people are sick of hearing about it and think I should move on, but some days, I just don’t think I can. Other days I rarely think about it. The only thing that I really cared about was coming home to my kids.

In better, more optimistic news, the lady for the place in Kingston sent me a application for the townhouse. I’m really hoping we get it. I don’t want to think about it too much, because I know if we don’t get it, I’ll be bummed. And at the end of next week, we’ll have our very own vehicle. We looked at a 1998 neon, and it was okay, but not what we wanted.  We then looked at a 2000 or 2001(can’t remember) Montana van. It is in such GOOD condition. It has a bit of high kms on it, but the body and the interior looks close to brand new. He needs to fix an intake gasket on it first, and is supposed to call us when it’s ready to go. I’m excited. And what’s even more exciting is that I now have high speed internet! I got a USB stick that just plugs into your computer and works off of cell phone towers. I love it! It definately perks up my day knowing that I can do anything on here now and it won’t take me 4 hours.

When at night…

I just love sleeping babies. Love them! Every single night, I check on my kids at least 3 times since I’m always up until the wee hours of the morning. I just stare at them, sometimes even pick them up and cuddle them. Tuck them back in and they don’t even fuss. So peaceful. The only time they’re not screaming,or jumping, or fighting over a toy, or crying, or saying ‘NNNNNNOOOOO!’. Wonderous, really.

I figured I’d write now as I’ve been neglecting the blog for a few days. I’m uploading pics to fb, and it takes a while. I also can’t do much while I’m uploading or the upload fails and the whole purpose is defeated. *sigh* Gotta love dial up.

On Saturday, we went to the mall. They had this set up with the OPP and the Belleville Police Department with the different methods of transportation they use(car, motorcycle, bike, SUV, ATV, etc.) and Jaxson just looooooooved it. He took turns going back and forth from the car to the motorcycle. One of the OPP officers gave him some stickers, and the other put him on the motorcycle to test it out. He had a blast, and threw a fit when we had to leave. Whatever that kid does in life, it will have something to do with buttons and vehicles.

Sunday was Callie’s 1st birthday and Mother’s day. It was a nice day. Started out shitty because FIL was being his psycho self with all of his ranting and throwing fits over the stupidest shit(like Jason’s signature not being ‘legable’ – year, figure THAT out), and then trying to get us to come back from dinner at my Mom’s early so he can go get something to eat. Uh, no, not going to happen FIL. I’m going to my Mom’s for dinner, hence no coming back before dinner. Dipshit. Anyway, we had a good time. Kids played lots, it was a long day for them though. It was just nice, low-key day.

Well, hopefully by Thursday, we will have a vehicle of our own. Not hopefully, PROBABLY.  May not be anything special, but I’m really not caring at this point. I’ve also started looking for places to live in the Napanee/Kingston area. Closer to Jay’s work and away from FIL. Works for me!

FIL told us on Friday that he wouldn’t be home until Tuesday, then calls Saturday and tells us he’s almost home. Great. We didn’t see him at all on Saturday as we were gone before he got home, and then Sunday we left for the day after he was done spewing shit all over the place. I honestly can’t stand the man. Thing. Whatever you want to call it. Funny because I can be off of my meds when he’s not around, but the moment he comes home and starts pulling his shit, I get that nervous, anxious, nausious, want to puke feeling back again. So now I’m back on my meds. Apparently FIL just isn’t an ass, he’s bad for your health too. Here’s a list from a 10 minute coversation with him:

-Don’t make juice in the juice pitcher. It makes it smell funny.
-The kitchen is a mess. (One of my fav’s as he cleans it and then makes a mess and leaves it. And blames it on other people.)
-There’s a puff or two on the floor.
-No one cares about him.
-No one cares that his truck is always broke.
-No one cares that he isn’t making money he wants to make.
-Jay and I are always so secretive.
-Jay and I are up to no good.
-About 25 different various pessimistic things that have happened to him in the past week.
-Points out 10 different cars that require credit we don’t have, and he knows it.
-No one respects him.
-We buy crap food.(And ‘crap’ food to the idiot is yogurt, fruits and vegetables he doesn’t like, crackers, pudding, chicken nuggets, applesauce, etc. Basically kid friendly foods.)
-Our laundry detergent we buy is crap, and is expensive. And then throws out a price that would cost for liquid gold.
-I should be able to have the house spotless 24/7 because I stay home with a 2 year old and a 1 year old.
-I should cook more so others shouldn’t, even though I don’t care if other’s cook. I just cook for MY FAMILY meaning, my kids and Jay. And me. I don’t care what and when FIL eats. Not my problem.
-Tells us to get ready because he’s moving out soon.
-Turns around and starts taking about renovations he wants to do with the house with his non-money.
-Wants us to give him money for the hydro bill BEFORE it comes in. Ha! Nice try FIL.
-Then takes off ranting while walking downstairs because everything is a shithole and no one cares about him, and blah blah fucking BLAH.

Yes my friends, TEN minutes of talking to the dick. No one understands what it is like to live here with that thing until they’ve actually lived it. Hence why we’re not waiting for him to leave, we’re going to be leaving first! lol We’re hoping to be out by July or August 1st, hoping we can actually find a place decent enough by then. I find that a lot of places require you to pass a credit check with the credit profile good enough to get a mortgage. If I was financially set enough to get a mortgage, why the hell would I be renting? Makes no sense to me. Also what really pisses me off is that, us, as working folk, with kids, decent people, don’t cause problems, with maxed credit that lowered our credit score, yet make every.single.payment can’t get into an apartment or house, BUT, a non-working person or single parent on welfare, who may or may not cause problems, no credit, poor renting history, etc., can. WTF? That’s basically a kick in the face. Maybe I should just go on welfare so I can get adequate housing faster? Sounds nice to have it easy. Anyway, my upload is just about done. And considering it’s almost 5 AM, I should really get to sleep.

Something I read…

I go onto these ‘birth boards’ where women from all over the world post, who have kids,or are trying to concieve. One of the posts tonight was about the last night before your child was born. So here is my story.

The day before Jaxson was born was Monday, February 19th, 2007. I had a doctor’s appt. at Dr. O’Brien’s office at 1 pm. Of course everything was late and behind and I was a 38 week pissed off pregnant lady wanting to get out of there. Jay and I had planned to make a last minute get away to Ottawa to go have some french onion soup and fish and chips at Darcy McGee’s, before he made his arrival.

Finally I got called in, and they took my weight and stats. Blood pressure was up a bit and my urine was spilling a bit of protein(for those who don’t know, protein in urine = bad).  He also did a scan and from his measurements was between 8.5 and 10 lbs. I believed the man because I had gained 65 lbs in 9 months, and was convinced there was 4 of him in there. He offered to induce me, or come back 2 times a week until I have him with a nonstress test twice a week at the hospital. I was ready to meet my boy, so I said induce. On our way out, he said that he wouldn’t be surprised if he saw us in the middle of the night, as I was 3.5 cm dialated already and 75% effaced.

We had to cancel our getaway to Ottawa, and settled for Montana’s (Honey Garlic Chicken Fingers with fries). Dinner was quiet. Well, we were quiet. I was tired, and nervous, and anxious. And scared. I don’t know what Jay was, but he was probably scared beyond words. Before we went home, I stopped at Michael’s and picked up some plain wooden letters and some paint(light blue and dark blue), to paint for his bedroom. I should’ve picked an earlier time to do it, but didn’t.

I sat down in the old lazy boy we had and started watching tv, presumably something on Spike, when I realized that this will probably be the last night of my life as I then knew it. What would it be like? What was he going to look like?  Am I really ready for this? What if something goes wrong? What if my induction fails and they send me for a C-section?  Will I ever get to watch tv in my lazy boy again, eating fruit snacks and perogies? What the hell am I THINKING?!?!?!

Finally after my mini meltdown, I packed my bag. I never really understood how people could have their bags packed and ready to go weeks before they delivered. I don’t know about everyone else, but when my pregnancy progressed to the end, I was wearing the same layout of clothes… stretchy pants, tshirts, robe, sports bras, zip up sweaters, I’d be needing those things, so what good were they doing in a bag?! I way overpacked. I had a duffle bag full of stuff for Jaxson, and a large suitcase for me. Yes, I did way overpack, now that I look back.

After that, I showered, and tried to settle in to bed. I remember not sleeping much at all… maybe 3 hours? If that. I remember I was on the right side of the bed.. facing the closet. I keep getting bad, sharp pains in my left side of my back by my ribs, but nothing ever came of them. Finally at 5 am, I got up, and waited until 5:30 to call the hospital to see if they had room for me. I know if they hadn’t, I was going to be severely disappointed. If they did, I was going to be a panicking mess. They ended up having a bed for me, so we got ready, and headed out. Our CD player wouldn’t work that morning, for whatever reason. Never did that before. So the drive was insanely quiet. I remember thinking, I wonder what he’s going to look like? I wonder if he’ll be healthy?

We stopped at Tim Hortons, and I remember getting a small french vanilla cappuccino. We sat on a hill in our car looking down over Belleville, realizing that this was probably going to be the last truly quiet moment that we would ever have. Ever. Never again. Time was dragging by.

We got to the hospital around 7:00 am, as expected. I remember the day before Jaxson was born, it was -27. The day he was born was +3. I remember the humidity in the air and how muggy it felt. Like night and day. My MIL was already there.

I then got admitted, and my OBGYN came in and said ‘I was expecting you overnight! Let’s have a baby!’. So, he puts the rim of his Tim Hortons cup in his teeth, grabs a plastic-looking, crochet hook thing, and breaks my water. I remember thinking, ‘OMG, this is going to be the GROSSEST thing ever!!!’ I must have been green with nausea because my doctor asked me if I was going to be okay. They took blood from me and started my IV with some Oxytocin to bring on contractions.

I remember thinking, this is okay….then, as it progressed, this is alright. Then as we got further, it hurts, but I can handle it… Then to OWWW, this hurts! No more than 30 minutes later I was in so much pain I couldn’t concentrate.  I tried my hardest to just relax, and breath through the contractions, but OMG! People can tell you to breathe al they want, but when you’re in pain like that, there is NO breathing slowly and calmly. Good Lord.

I was DEAD SET on not having an epidural. I did NOT want one. I wanted to do a natural birth. The nurses talked me into getting some morphine put in my IV, but 5 doses and 2 hours later, it never even touched the pain. I tried the laughing gas, if I had taken another inhalation of that I was going to puke and pass out. So 9.5 hours after this all began, I was still only 4cm. ONLY. I was so done. I wasn’t progressing and they were threatening me that if my body couldn’t progress that I was heading for a section. I really did not want one. My worst fear.

The nurses said that if my body wasn’t relaxed, that I probably was too tense to dialate anymore. She recommended the epidural. So, when it came to the choice of epidural or C-section, the epi won. After I got it in, I felt wooooooooonderful. No pain. I felt great. I then realized just how much the contractions took out of me. I was so tired, but there was no way I was sleeping.

I rested on and off for 45 minutes. In that time, Jay had gone home to let the dog out, and feed him. My sister and I were talking when I said that I felt like I had to poop. Really, too much info, but no, it felt like that. So the nurse checked me and said ‘Oh! That’s a baby right there, you’re 10 cm!’
I was like ‘Uhhhh, Call Jay please!’
Ashley: ‘He’s probably already on his way back.’
Me: ‘No, he’s still there, I know him, he takes forever.’

So Ashley calls our apartment and yep, Jay’s still home. So he thinks he’s going to miss everything and is doing 160 km/h back to the hospital from the next town over. Finally he gets there, and I start pushing. Dr. Kovacs, and Dr. O’Brien were in there with me, which I was so happy about that. I consider them the only two sane OBGYN’s in Belleville.

I pushed for 30 minutes and felt NOTHING, and out came Jaxson’s head. Jason then asked to deliver the rest of him, and with the OBGYN’s help, Jaxson Douglas Roy Allen was born at 6:45pm, weighing 7lbs, 0.67 oz, and 21.5 inches long.

When he came out, I was just in shock. I couldn’t believe it. That baby was growing inside of me for 9 months?? So surreal. He was cleaned up and bundled up, and he was gone. Jay had taken him to see everyone out in the hallway, meanwhile I’m looking around wondering where the hell my child was. Finally, Jay brought him back after everyone else got to hold him before me, I remember just holding him and looking at him. I just loved him. He felt like he was here all along.

Tomorrow, I’ll write about Callie’s, but really, it wasn’t as exciting as this. It was much more low key, since I had one baby at home.

No power for you!

I’m watching Invader Zim… that’s where the line came from.

Monday, Callie went for her test and it was awful. Poor kid. She screamed and screamed.. The radiologist said that he didn’t see any reflux back into the kidneys, so that’s awesome. No more time in the hospital as well, which is great. She needs to be on an anti-biotic until her test comes back as 100% okay, but she should be okay. I can’t believe Callie’s birthday is 5 days. Where has the year go?? It feels like she should be no more than 6 months old. *sigh* On Sunday, I’m hoping to have a little get together, have a BBQ, etc. Not too much though. Well I had so much to say and now can’t remember any of it, so I suppose that’s it for tonight.

What a day, what a day..

Callie is hoooooooooooome!!!! For now.
Long day. First my MIL didnt call or show up, and went MIA with her bf when she was supposed to pick me up, so finally I tracked her down and she drove me to the hospital… apparently Callie’s IV had fallen out sometime while she was sleeping this morning, so they took it out and kept it out. She was so happy after they took it out. Poor girls nails and like mini claws! They had them taped up the whole week so i couldn’t get to them. So they didn’t bother poking her again because she could get her last dose of antibiotics by needle tomorrow. She was going to stay again tonight because of the test she needs to have tomorrow and the shot, but then the nurse(that I’ve hated from the first day) comes in and tells my mom that we have private room coverage that they were going to move us down to ward… I called them back and said that our benefits covered private and that I wasn’t moving her to ward because if any other kids were in there that I WAS NOT taking another chance at her getting sick again. She tells me that Callie’s no longer contagious and every other room is filled up with kids with breathing issues and viruses so if it comes to it, she is going to be the one to be moved. I was not happy. Then they come in and tell us that they’re NOT moving her. So my friend Chris comes to visit me and the kids and my mom for a few hours, and they come in again and is like, well it looks like we’re going to have to move her after all. Another admission, apparently one that needs to be closer to the desk. So I ask what’s going to happen if another child comes into the ward(they told me previously that there were no others) that’s sick, and Callie gets it and is stuck in here for ANOTHER week. She says there’s already one in there with pnuemonia and a virus.. I was like NU-HUH. No freaking way! My coverage that I PAY for covers Private. I’m not going to stick my kid into another room to get no sleep and with another sick kid justas soon as she’s feeling better just to get sick again. They told me I had no choice. So I said that it’s either we stay here in this room, or we go home. I was firm on that one, I stated that she had no reason to stay again anyway because she had no iv. I could come back at anytime to do the VCUG and get the shot they wanted me to on Monday. So they called the paed on call, which said that as long as I can be back by 9 tomorrow, there was no reason to keep us, since I was going to raise hell. So we got to go on a temporary pass home tonight. The nurse said that if for some reason that the test came back with something that would need to readmit her then we would be sent to ward. If it comes to that, I’ll be advising them that I refuse ward and that I’ll be headed to Kingston if thats the case to admit her there. Phew. I’m really hoping everything goes great tomorrow with the test so we don’t ever have to go back again! Please send your thoughts and prayers this way for tomorrow! Even better, FIL’s leaving tomorrow! W0000t!

So, I thought I’d blog…

I’ve been meaning to start a blog forever. And ever. And I just never did, so I thought I’d take the opportunity while I’m doing nothing to do so. I’m Jenn, a (almost)23 year old stay at home mother of two young kids, Jaxson, 2, and Callie, 1. I reside in Southern/Eastern/Central Ontario, in a tiny town north east of Belleville, ON. For now.

Jaxson is a very bright and lively 2 year old boy, never a dull moment with him around. He causes all sorts of chaos, and messes but fixes it all quickly with a kiss and an ‘I love you, mommy!’.We’re currently introducing potty training to him, and he’s working on putting sentences together all by himself. He picks up on EVERY. SINGLE. WORD. Yes, even the not so appealing ones.

Callie is my tiny little princess, almost 1 year old(May 10th, Mothers’ day!). She’s just learned to say ‘Hi!’ whenever someone enters the room and wave, says Mama, Dada, Nana, and JJ for her big brother. Her most favourite person in the world in Jaxson, although, he is SO mean to her a lot of the time. She’s getting close to walking on her own, but really, I can wait.

A little about me: I stay at home with my kids full time(and really, it IS a full time job!). I have a common-law spouse, Jason who graduated from college last year with honours and works at a tire making plant fixing equipment and maintaining machines, I think. Ha. I love sleep even though, I don’t get much at all, watching movies with my kids, teaching them new things and having just plain old fun with them. I feel my one and only goal in life is to make sure that they are well-adjusted, well-mannered beings in society. I’m usually plagued with finanacial stress. I hope one day to win the lottery, but I know the odds are highly stacked against me. What else, what else…… I hope to go to college within the next year and do something with my life. I would love to take nursing and become a pediatric/maternity nurse, but as of right now, I don’t see that in the cards for me. My next want would be to take a sonography(ultrasound) technician course, but unfortunately, no school within three hours of me offers it. So I’m at a loss, really.
I love my extended family very much.
I have a few people who I consider ‘best’ friends.. My sister and my mother, my friends Chris and Jen, and Jason. How I decipher what is a best friend is how they know what is going on in my life 24.7 and I know I can count on them to be there for me no matter what at any time of day.
I also have a lot of close friends, too many to name. I think that may be about it.
..Wait, my MIL drives me nuts, although she has good intentions, and I loathe my FIL. You’ll hear about them. Lots.