Surgery

Felicity had her surgery yesterday, it went very well.  It's awful, though, and I hope to never do it again.  I was considering getting her up at 3:30 to eat, since she couldn't eat after 4:00 a.m., but I just couldn't do it.  We set the alarm for 3:30 though, so I was up and nervous for the day.  I had to get her out of bed and put her in the car at around 6:30, it was dark and pouring rain.  For some reason, the traffic was TERRIBLE going to the place, we almost were late.  Not that it mattered, because I was supposed to be there at 7:00 and then I had to do 9 minutes of paperwork and vitals and then we sat around for 51 minutes.  But who's counting? 

The doctor is great, everyone was really nice.  It was hard when they took her away, she was all smiles and happy, which was better than crying but I still felt bad.  She was pretty fussy and sad when they brought her back, less than 15 minutes later.  I gave her some water from a bottle (her first!) and took her home and she screamed the whole way.  The doctor said she'd had a lot of liquid in her ears, like molasses, he said.  He said he drained it and now her hearing would be better.  It didn't seem to bother her when she was screaming her head off yesterday, though, and it doesn't seem to be bothering her now, when she is screaming her head off in her crib and protesting her nap. 

Anyways, we went home and I fed her and she fell asleep, then ate and slept and played all day, on and off.  Every time she woke up, she was better and better.  I had to work last night but I guess she was okay going to bed and she slept until 5:00.  I'm worried because I am trying to get her to nap and I am having absolutely ZERO success.  I put her down at 9:45 this morning, two hours after she woke up, and she screamed for 30 minutes.  Now I am trying again, two hours later, and she is pretty mad.  I am determined to get her to go to sleep on her own now that I know that she'll be healthy, but I feel weak about it.  Exactly how much crying do I have to hear from these people?  Sheesh.   

Busy girl

Tomorrow we are just going to ballet like usual, but Sunday Felicity is being christened and Monday we have to be at the surgery center at 7:00 a.m. So she can get tubes in her ears. Her new ENT (who is gorgeous, by the way. Not that it matters but it makes it more pleasant, right?) put her on a new antibiotic because both ears were all gunned up, so right now she is painting, stomach wise, but she is otherwise in good spirits. She's a sweet baby, really. Everyone keeps saying how much the tubes helped their kids, so if this has been Felicity feeling grumpy, I look forward to her when she's feeling good!

Um...

Felicity fell out of the stroller today, onto a BUSY city STREET and on her FACE and it was all my fault.  P.S. she is fine.  And it was sort of Maria's fault, too, but since I am the adult who is supposed to take care of them, I have to claim 100 percent fault.

We went to the library and then to the pretzel place.  I was with Marta and her three kids, she had a wagon and I went and got the stroller because Felicity is pushing so hard on my arms lately I am exhausted and my arms hurt.  PLUS I am trying to workout a lot this month, and I had just worked out this morning and anyways I got the stroller.  I clicked her in (Responsible!) on the way to the pretzel place but it was crazy, just crazy at the place.  Marta's son is not quite two and then there's Veronica, almost three, Maria, just 4, Charlie, almost 5 and Maddy, almost 7, so - crazytown!  So we were leaving, kind of in a rush because Maria and Veronica left the store and it's right on the street and they don't have any more sense than GEESE so I just plopped Felicity in the stroller and I thought I'll just push her across the street and then get her.  Marta even SAID TO ME "she's not strapped in", but I had a plan.  THEN some CAR came and stopped and this was all hoosiery friendly and all but I had no idea what the traffic from the other side would do, so I had to get these FOOLS across the street.  Maria was looking UP IN THE SKY and I said, "Maria, Go!" and I sort of TOOK OFF and then the stroller got stuck on something and it was Felicity.  Oh I want to cry, and in fact am crying, just typing that.  She was so, so mad, on her belly and her little face was all scraped up.  So I scooped her up and Marta said "I just said she wasn't strapped in!" which I didn't take as mean, but just - I mean, she HAD just said it, it happened SO fast!  Anyways, we went back into the library and I got some tissue and wiped her up and I decided I had to take her somewhere to have her little head looked at.  We were going to go to Urgent Care but there is NOTHING in the middle of the city and I had to go right near the hospital anyway so I just went there.  We had to wait forever, longer than I would have thought with a baby who had a head injury but, Thank God, she was fine, so it all ended well.

She has a runny nose and the doctor said that she had some liquid in her ear and I bet my last dollar that she is going to wind up with an ear infection.  What can I do.  Hold her upright all her life?  She sure didn't get to nap much today, so she was CRAZY tonight but finally went to sleep.  I told her and I'm saying it here, I'll never do it again.  I'm sorry!  I'm so, sorry!  I have never done that with any of my kids and I hate that I've done it now.  It makes me feel all dotty and undeserving of four children.  But I read this thing tonight, it's not an exact quote because I am lazy but it said whenever you are feeling sorry for yourself or feeling bad about your life, think of Christ on the cross and be silent.  So.  I'm trying.

I'm not posting a picture, but she looks fine.  It's just kind of sad and nothing I want on her permanent record.