I was just overcome by a flurry of activity--maybe my lack of movement earlier on in the day just built up to the tornado of straightening up. Who knows. At least our bedroom doesn't look like a total disaster anymore. And really, while Elena is a (physical) home wrecker, its our lack of imagination and willingness to divert her that allows disaster to strike every room she has access to. I blame the heat, keeping us prisoner in our own humid house, but in actuality Josh and I are lazy. Made lazier by heat, that is.
Elena goes back to school tomorrow. We are SO excited, and I feel awful saying that though my guilt does not diminish my feelings of freedom. Freedom to nap without keeping one eye open to see that she's spread her clean but unpackaged diaper/insert pairs around the room. Freedom to cook a decent meal without her world collapsing because she can't have milk at that moment. Freedom to take a shower without feeling hurried by cries from the other side of the door.
This afternoon I left a bed of sleeping girls and daddy to take my first shower in a disgusting number of days. I had just about washed my hair and face when I heard Nina's chirping cry, followed a minute later by Elena's wailing. Did that stop me from shaving both my underarms and my legs? Nope. How about filing my heels? Did that, too! Josh's last week of vacation/paternity leave is this week, and I am anticipating some rough mornings getting Elena to daycare so Nina and I can relax a bit. Of course, Nina will be more awake then and therefore more demanding of my attention, so I'm getting my personal time in now.
I still have 5 outstanding notes to finish, and probably some patient tasks to tend to. That is all for tomorrow, and I think that chore deserves a fully caffeinated espresso drink. I've (mostly) been avoiding caffeine since Nina's birth on the off chance that it really would affect my milk supply. Plus I had gotten way hooked on caffeine late in my pregnancy. Nothing beyond the moderate caffeine that ACOG okay'ed, but enough to give me terrible withdrawal headaches (or maybe that was withdrawal from the 800 mg of ibuprofen I was prescribed on discharge?). Anyway, Allscripts tasks, laundry, and processing dirty diapers are on the list for tomorrow. And making sure that Nina is on our insurance so her hospital care will be covered--oops, we should have taken care of that before this weekend. Oh well. See what Elena's vacation did?
In case you were wondering, Nina's thrush got way worse, covering her tongue with a thick white coat with patches extending to the sides of her tongue, her palate, and her lip. After just a few days on nystatin (administered with an aggressive Qtip painting by Daddy), it is gone. Elena was treated as well, and I got some antifungal ointment in a base that is safe for both to eat. Since we delayed the whole insurance sign up thing, we (foolishly since Elena was being treated with the same medication and dose) paid out of pocket for Nina's medicine. Since mine was special order through the compounding pharmacy, it was $43 out of pocket. All in all, we spent about $80 treating this damned thrush, when really only Nina was affected. I guess better safe than sorry, but still... 80 bucks?
The bottom line is that I'm looking forward to organizing my life a bit more with Elena hanging out with her friends. Nina's crib is a holding area for clothes that need to be packed up for a later date, and there is a nest of papers that need sorting and shredding that has been in "the cage" (the area between our front doors--sadly, I've been locked in the cage a few times but that's another story) for way too long. You know, things like that--things that likely will not get done for another couple of weeks as I catch up on sleep with Nina while someone else watches my spirited toddler....
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