Prince Charming's Traumatic Event

Yesterday I heard Price Charming yelling, "Mama, Daddy, KyKy, HELP ME!" When I went to see what my darling little boy needed, I found that he had locked himself into the extra bedroom. Since we do not have a key for that door, we tried to explain to him how to get out of his predicament. It was to no avail.

Concerned brothers and sisters worked at trying to pick the lock. I tried to keep him calm by talking to him through the door. The girls tried to shove toys under the door to make him happier. He continued to yell "Help me, help me!"

Thankfully, the former owner of our house chopped all the bottoms off the wood doors way back when they installed shag carpeting. I was able to put the zoom lens of my camera under the door so I could keep an eye on him. He just stayed by the door trying to get it unlocked. All of our attempts at freeing him were unsuccessful. He finally figured it out on his own.

Free at last! Look at his face. You can tell he was traumatized...and will probably need counseling in the future. I can hear it now, "I don't know why doc, I have this fear of closed doors."

Out of the door and straight into Mama's arms. After some hugs and kisses he was fine and on the way to his next adventure.

(Yes, that gray skinned person is me. But I am on the mend. My hemoglobin was 10.7 the other day. I was told 12-15 is normal. I have more energy all the time. Yeah!)

Duchess

I had to take Duchess to a surgeon today to have him look at a cyst on her eyelid. A few weeks ago it was huge and we took her in to urgent care. (She couldn't blink her eye fully closed.) It has since gotten smaller but were told today that it will not go away without the core being removed...surgically.

Since it is on her eyelid, and she is so young, the surgeon decided she needed to be put under...just to keep her eye safe. Just what we need. Another surgery and hospital bill.

I started having hot flashes and got a little nauseated as he started explaining the procedure. I thought I was going to pass out. Strange, huh? Maybe I over did it. It was the first time I have driven in ten days and the first time I have not been under the supervision of The King or Jouster.

I told the surgeon we had to wait a few weeks until I feel better. So, in the meantime, I am trying any and all suggestions for home remedies of a subaceous cyst. The only thing I have read about is using Callendula topically. If you have a tried and true method....PLEASE let me know. Duchess will be very grateful.

The Number One Comment

I'm sure you are sick of hearing about my medical issues from last week, but I have to share just one more thing.

What does one say to someone lying in a hospital bed who looks horrible? What would you say to someone who has lost a baby, a ton of blood, had a blood transfusion, and has just come out of surgery?

Only your dearest friends will be brutally honest with you. They won't beat around the bush. They won't lie and tell you how great you look when you look like death warmed over. They will tell you like it is. Only one of your truest friends will say:

"Boy, they must put color in embalming fluid because a corpse has more color than you."

Recovering

Just laying low here. I have been napping every afternoon except for today. Maybe I am recovering faster than predicted...I can't wait for the time I can hop up from a sitting or laying position without getting dizzy. What a bother.

I go through some sad phases...especially when I look at Prince Charming. He is such a joy and I was really looking forward to going through those first two years again with another little one. I was 11 weeks along when I miscarried, but the ultrasound showed that the baby stopped growing at 6 weeks and 2 days. I figured that to be July 18th. According to my journal, we had friends over for lunch, test drove a different vehicle, and watched Scribe and Squire play baseball in the evening. Just a normal day here for us, but an extraordinary day for our baby. That was the day he/she got to meet Jesus.

I have occassional fits of anxiety when I think about having some other people's blood in my body. The King is a great help and comforting to me in that area . (Can you hear the sarcasm?) When I voiced concern about the blood I received, he said he wasn't worried. If anything, he was really hoping it had a little more submissiveness in it.

Hi--A Lot's Been Going On Here!

Hi All,
Just want to let you know that I'm still around.

Jouster is home for good. He'll have been home for two weeks tomorrow and things are going fine. He is such a joy to have home. We've decided he will be homeschooled his last year of school and he is contemplating a job opportunity with a friend of ours. I'll let you know how things go.

My sister and her family were here for a week. Friday, the last night she was here, I had a miscarriage. It was pretty bad, I ended up spending four days in the hospital and needing a blood transfusion. I got home yesterday. I am pretty weak right now and have spent a lot of time napping. I've been told it will take at least a month before I am back to normal (whatever that means--I've never been quite normal). I am just thankful to be alive. There was a point when I honestly thought I would not make it. My husband took a picture of me laying in the hospital bed and I looked like a corpse. Pretty scary.

Emotionally I am a little down. I can't help but wonder why I had to lose another baby. God knows. I wish he'd tell me.