Showing posts with label yuckiness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label yuckiness. Show all posts

Friday, May 2, 2008

I wasn't really worried

Yea right!

I've been stressing about this appointment with the doctor ever since my little procedure last Tuesday where they knocked me out so they could look at the inside of my uterus and take away anything that wasn't supposed to be there.

They found five polyps, scraped them all out and sent them to the pathologist.

They also looked at my strangeness. I'm still weird. According to my doctor that is a histological term.

Benign uterine tumors.

Never have three words made my heart stop racing so quickly.

Friday, February 22, 2008

We've got a puker!

Annie's has allergies and because of those allergies, she pukes. Her doctor explained it to me that her drippings don't drain out, they stay inside her. So when a large amount of drip enters her stomach, her little stomach rebels. This usually happens in the middle of the night - starting right around 2:00 or 3:00 a.m. and continuing until there is nothing left in her stomach. This morning it took until about 7:30 a.m.

Claritin helps a lot, but I guess it doesn't help everything. As a faithful mother, I get up every time she hollers "Mommy," go into her bedroom, and let her puke on me. This begins the process. Then, if I am at all awake, I run to the linen closet and grab a towel. I try to get her to the bathroom, but she still doesn't get the whole "spew into this" concept and it is sometimes easier to just get a towel and let her do her business in the comfort of her room.

My question is - is there a better way? I am truly asking anybody out there for puking advice. I don't know if there is another way to do it. Towels seem to be ever so cleanable - but am I missing something?

I seem to remember my own mother bringing in a LARGE stainless steel bowl when we weren't feeling well. I never remember actually puking into the bowl, but someone must have because whenever I suggested stomach ailment, it was always brought out and set (coldly) in my bed along with an old towel.

Now that I read that last sentence, I realize that this just prolonged her stay in bed by a few minutes. We still wanted our Mommy to be with us as we puked. If nothing else, she could hold our hair and get our shaky selves a cup of water to rinse with.

So even if I get really good advice the physical aspects of a puking child, I suppose I am destined to get up multiple times a night when she upchucks. I guess that's what being a Mommy is really about.