Mathematical Mama

5:30am  : I wake up to the sound of my daughter coughing.  A. Lot.  To the point where she is barely breathing in between.  I picked her up, gave her a cup of water, and sat her next to the husband while I took care of my morning stuff. I hear her choke and M say, "Aw!  Baby... you take after daddy!" She had spit up mucus all over her jammies.  Luckily, I got there in time to catch the second go round with a towel. I like to think that I'm fairly low key when it comes to parenting... but there is still that part of my head that jumps to the worst case scenario when it comes to my kiddos.  This time I was frantically thinking back to make sure she is up to date with her Whooping cough vaccinations. M then told me that the same thing happens to him whenever he gets a stuffy head.... and had since he was a small one. I relaxed and started to get JP ready for preschool.  He requested cereal, a switch from our pancake kick the last few days. (Micr...

So... as of the 26th of October, I am gallbladderless. Seriously, that organ can suck it... she was no friend of mine. The aftermath has been an eye opening situation.  I feel tons better than I really should days after surgery.  Needless to say, I am finding out what my limitations are very quickly.  I cannot carry laundry baskets.  I cannot walk thru Michaels for yarn then survive the rest of the day without a nap. I also can't hang out with my daughter alone for 3 hours without requiring a nap. I kind of feel like a really old lady.... that is awesome and not nauseous and can eat whatever the hell she wants! I'm trying not to get too excited about getting back to running, and just concentrating on feeling better. The recovery process has also held some sadness.  I finally realized how bad I had been feeling on a daily basis... how sick I had become over the course of a year.  A dear friend told me before my surgery, "You have a rotting organ insid...