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Sorry about the formatting of this post. I copied and pasted from my hotmail account and I can't ever get it to do paragraph spacing when I do that. I know it's tricky to read when it's so long and there aren't any spaces, sorry :(


We have had quite the month. Sickness, sickness and more sickness since the end of January. Sam started with strep throat the week before he left for Milwaukee and we haven't been well since. I shut Addie's fingers in the door and we spent a day getting x-rays and the like for that. Ellie stuck a bead up her nose a couple of days after Addie's finger ordeal. Zack came down with another ear infection just days after finishing anti-biotics for the earlier one, and 1 day after recovering from the stomach virus. Zack and Jake were diagnosed this past Tuesday with some form or anther of the strep bacteria.

I was diagnosed with a systemic strep infection yesterday and am on three different anti-biotics at the same time to try and wipe it out. I also have mytrol valve prolapse (MVP) and the strep has been infecting my heart all along. My episodes have been greatly increased for several months now and the past couple of weeks I have been waking up at night with a feeling of an explosion in my chest. Not to mention the almost passing out during the day because of so many repeated skipped beats. My strep infection has been going on for at least a couple of years if not longer and explains a lot of health issues I have been having. Why it went undiagnosed for so long??? Drs not listening and thinking I was a crazy hypochondriac, that's always fun! So I have been a carrier of the bacteria for years and have been making my whole family sick. Everyone (except Ellie) is on anti-biotics.

The kicker was yesterday. I am in the shower and Zack comes screaming that Addie's teeth are stuck on a handle. It's clear by his voice that something is very wrong so I jump out of the shower , dripping wet with conditioner still in my hair, and run downstairs. I find her on the coffee table with a large pool of blood beneath her and more blood coming from her mouth. Four of her front teeth are completely flat and the blood is just coming and coming. I grab her and head upstairs to my bathroom so I can at least throw some clothes on before I go to the dr. I call the dr they sat go to the ER. My friend that lives around the corner called I yell something at her on the phone like Addie is bleeding all over can you come watch my kids. She gets her kids out of the tub and is over in about 3 minutes (or an hour from my perspective) I head to the ER with Addie who is covered in blood, we both are, screaming and reaching for me, "Mommy, mommy, hold, hold" She's in her seat and all I keep thinking is how can I drive and hold her at the same time. Good thing we live across the street from the ER. It was so hard to stick her in her carseat. They rush her back when we get there and two hours later tell me there is nothing they can do, she needs to see a dentist ASAP. The dr gives me a prescription for anti-biotics to prevent infection. I call our family dentist from the ER on his cell phone and he tells me he'll meet me at a different office because he's not working today. After another 30 minutes of signing papers and checking out of the ER we head to the dentist. She never stopped screaming for longer than a few seconds at a time. We get to the dentist and her teeth are not the problem. The bone is broken in two different places and he's going to need to reset it. So while I am holding her he reaches in and manually manipulates the bone back into place. Blood is coming out faster than the hygenist can suction and she is so strong I can barely hold her in my arms. He stops and goes to call a pediatric dentist to consult with him on what should be done next. There is talk of splints and wiring, pulling teeth, plastic surgery, and surgery to reset. I mention that her teeth still look a little off and he reaches in again, after I reassure her about a million times that he's all done and mommy's got her, what a liar I am! This time it pops and snaps back in and he feels much better about it now. Hours, anti-biotics, motrin, and lots of snuggles later she's okay with me putting her down. We see the pediatric dentist next week. She came with me to my dr appt all blood covered and eating a frosty to help the swelling. Now that would have been a picture. Ever since Sam left she flips out if I try to leave her with anyone, I didn't think I needed to add that to what she'd already been through. By the time I was done she was a bloody sticky mess and I can't even imagine what people thought about me and the kind of mother I am. She had blood from her eyebrows to her ankles and her shirt was soaked, well it was dry by this time, but you get the picture I am sure. Bloody towels, blankets and of course I still had my blood covered shirt on as well. Seriously where are the reality show film crews when you need them!?

All of this with plenty of showings in the mix. You may think that's a good thing and I shouldn't be complaining. I am glad we are getting lots of showings and 100% positive feedback BUT one showing and one offer is all we need and it's just getting to be overwhelming with everything else that's been going on. I am tired of people _loving_ our home and then going for Bel-Air because it's so much cheaper. So far it's either that or they are just not in a hurry and with so much inventory they can look for months before putting an offer on something. Right now there is a couple that the wife wants it, their realtor thinks it's by far the best home for them and the husband??? Well, he doesn't want the master on the same level with their children, can't be bothered by the noise. They have two small children and another on the way. Maybe he should just get an apartment then .. okay, now I am being mean.

So that is my long and venting way of saying I am not my past self and we are in major essentials only mode. A reconfiguring of the soul you might call it, or need for a straight jacket, whatever you like. I actually have a note on my fridge that says, Feed my kids and exercise. If I do those two things in a day it is a success and I am grateful. Everything else is fluff at this point. Sorry to all of you that I have flaked out on in the past while. It's all out of my control that's for sure. I can't wait until the house sells and I can at least have a husband through it all! I am worn out, seriously worn out.

And now, it's off to pull something together for Zack's birthday :) Happy birthday buddy and thank you for being so understanding about it all. They are currently downstairs decorating and playing with balloons. They are happy, he is ecstatic so I am too. Picture perfect is just not our thing I guess.