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Saturday, September 22, 2007

Why is it that I take so long to post something here? Is it that I think no one is reading? Yeah, sort of. Is it that I don't care? No, that's not it at all. Is it that I'm busy? Yes, often. Is it a huge combination of things? Oh, now that fits the bill perfectly.

*sigh* Expect another post later tonight. I simply don't have time right this second to post like I had intended to.

Sunday, August 26, 2007




A few days ago, I had to take Kayla to the ER. She got in a fight with the entertainment center and lost. It was a crushing defeat, indeed.

Please bear in mind I did not take pics until AFTER we arrived home. While some may find it amusing to take pics right afterwards, with the tears and all, I don't. I'd rather wait to take pics after the kids are asleep. Makes for better blackmail pictures. Really.

I think we spent about three hours at the children's ER. I had to bring both kids with me, and let me tell you, I wish I had been at the Bartender's Ball instead, where my lovely significant other was. Yeah... just, yeah.

That wouldn't be so bad if we hadn't had to go back to the very same ER less than 48 hours later.

While the hubby was drying TJ off from his bath, Kayla was laying on the floor, messing with TJ's markers. I was in the back, finishing up my own bath. That's when I hear "Kayla? Kayla! KAYLA!"

Shit.

I came running up to the front room to see Thomas whacking Kayla on the back while she's turning purple. Anyone want to guess what happened? Free virtual chocolate to anyone who figures it out. (And no, Nicki, you can't guess because you already know. But you can have real chocolate if you want it.)

Kayla had managed to chew off the other end of the marker. Not the cap, but the other end of it, a plug of sorts. We managed to get it dislodged from her throat, but with Kayla having her stomach wrapped around her esophagus to tighten things up to prevent reflux, I was more concerned about it passing through the fundoplication (the wrap thingy I just described). So. Back to the ER we go.

It doesn't help that when I get there, one of the nurses says "Hey, weren't you here a couple of days ago?" No, that was my evil twin with her equally evil daughter. Mine just happens to have the same goose egg. I just smiled and said "it's one of those weeks" while thinking "just sign us in, get on with it."

Thankfully, the plug was nowhere to be found in her stomach or her esophagus, so we're home free. We left with the instructions to watch for signs of blockage or distress and to come back if necessary.

As we were walking out, we ran into the ER doctor again, and he gave us some parting advice:

"Don't worry about finding the plug. We don't need it."

Uhh.... as if we do?