Heather Tales #3

The Birthday Cake

When I was either 3 or 4, my Dad made me a birthday cake for my birthday. I was very excited to have my cake, but I had to wait until the next evening after my parents got home from work to have it. My Daddy had come home from work and laid down on the couch. I happened to walk through the kitchen and saw an empty cake pan on the counter. I was devastated and angry. Daddy had eaten all my cake. I promptly marched into the living room and right up to my dad. I then punched him square in the nose yelling "You ate all my cake!" Dad, nursing a now bloody nose, manages to tell me that he actually baked 2 cakes. One he took to work and the other one, for me, was in the fridge. My reply, "Oh, ok." Then I walked off. Moral of the story: Don't touch my cake. ;o)

Why? Why? / Plus Side

Why does bedtime continue to be such a problem? Am I being to hectic right before bed that Sydney can't calm down enough? It's just so frustrating. I want to be able to get to bed on time and get some rest. I'm so exhausted.

On the plus side of things, Sydney is starting to behave much better at the sitter's. I think she may be, finally, getting used to all the new things going on in her life. That really makes me happy :o) After Evan was born her whole life got turned upside down. She had a new baby at home, new child at the sitter's, then another child added to the sitter's along with her brother. It seemed to really overwhelm her there for awhile. Thankfully, things are improving. Now we just need to get bedtime down and Mommy will be a super happy woman!!

Hospital Trip

Friday morning at 2:30am, I was awoken by Evan's wails coming from his room. I went in to try and get him back to sleep and ended up giving him a small bottle of milk then rocking him back to sleep. By this time it's about 3:45am. I'm thinking, "Well, great. It's gonna be a rough day." Little did I know, it was about to get way worse..... By 4am I was suffering a seriously runny nose accompanied with non-stop repetitive sneezes. I decided to camp out on the couch so I wouldn't wake Sydney. Eric was getting up and getting ready by this point. At about 4:30am I decided to take some DayQuil to try and battle the sniffles and sneezes. By 5am Eric is gone off to work and my sinuses had swelled shut, my eyes had become increasingly itchy and started to swell shut, my whole face started to swell, then my mouth, tongue and throat started to swell. At this point, it's 5:15am, I down 2 Benadryl and call my sister to come stay with the kids so I can head to the hospital. She gets there and I take off after jotting down a few notes about Evan's morning meds. She asks me to call Ana to come over so that she can come meet me at the hospital. It takes a couple of try's but I finally get Ana and she agrees to get up an head to my house. This is while I'm driving to the hospital with my head tilted back to be able to see through the slits that are my only source of vision. I, miraculously, make it to the hospital with no problems. They get me back fairly quickly and get me hooked up to an IV. (I attached 2 photos of me from the ER). I go through the standard questioning you always get when taken into the ER, then I get a dose of steroids and, oddly enough, a dose of pepcid that has an antihistamine in it. They praised me on the quick thinking of taking the benadryl. I don't know about all that, I thought it was just common sense. Anyway, they then proceed to question me about what I could have eaten, taken, bathed with, smelt or any other way of taking something into my body that was new. As far as I could remember, absolutely nothing was new. We ate at a restaurant, we've eaten at numerous times, for dinner. The DayQuil I took, I had taken 2 doses of Thursday and had no problems. Eric pointed out that I had taken a single bite of this new popcorn he brought home that was 'Loaded Potato' flavor. I had forgotten about that. But, wouldn't that have effected me when I ate it? I had that around 5:30pm Thursday night. You would think if I was going to have a reaction, it wouldn't have taken 11 hours to hit me. Maybe Mi Pueblo changed some spices they used to season their food. Or maybe it was a combo of things that triggered the reaction. I really don't know. The ER doctor suggested I get in touch with an Allergist and get an allergy test done. He also said, based on my reaction to the last yellow-jacket sting I received and my reaction to it, I could be in serious trouble the next time I get stung. He wants me to get an Epi-Pin. Yay........ I have a serious aversion to needles and in the event of an emergency, I'm supposed to stick myself with one? Yeah, that's gonna go over well.... It took over 24 hours for me to look semi-normal again. I'm still doped up from the steroids and benadryl making me super sleepy. I'm kinda surprise I've managed to write this with minimal mistakes (thank you auto correct, and that's probably the only time you'll hear me say that too). Poor Sydney. When I got home and Sydney saw me. She gasped and said "Mommy! What happened to your face?" instead of try to explain an allergic reaction to a 3 year old, I just told her that Mommy had gotten really sick. So now she's calling the puffy me, my "sick face". Nice huh? Well, my eyes are getting droopy and I'm starting to forget what I've said. So, I bid you good night. Hopefully tomorrow is less eventful.

Sleep Over

Sydney went and slept over with her Ma-Ga last night for the first time. I think I did better than Eric did, and it was his Mom's...Lol. She stayed over last night and then spent the day with her today. She had a good time. Although, Ana said she had nightmares last night and talked in her sleep a lot. She seems to do that more when her normal routine is out of whack. Between Eric passing on his 'sleep walking' and me passing on talking in my sleep, that poor girl has some seriously crazy nights.