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A puppy story

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We’ve been on baby (puppy) watch since the weekend, and Wednesday night it finally happened.  It started around 7pm, and she was done at 11:30.  Everything went very well for the first litter, especially since there are four puppies and the momma is such a small girl. 

At this point we think they’re all girls, and they are all adorable!  The first one was all white, the second one is a milk chocolate color, third one looks like momma with black spots and brown on her face, and the last one is the biggest, and she’s mostly black with some white on her face, tummy and tail.  They are named, in the above order, coco, munchi, rocky, and pebbles. 

As soon as Munchi came out, I said she was mine.  Her color is so different, and it turns out she’s the runt.  When all the other girls get in there to nurse, she gets knocked aside.  It’s so hard to watch, so I’ve been sleeping on the floor in Brooke’s room, making sure that munchi gets her share.  (Did I mention that they feed every 40 to 60 minutes?) Yeah, little tired here, but nothing’s gonna happen on my watch! 

I bought some puppy formula and have tried to feed her a couple of times, but she’s not interested, yet.  She is able to nurse on Momma when I help her though, so I’ll keep on helping. 

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Cheerleading

I just watched something on the Doctors about the dangers of cheerleading.  Let me tell you, every single time I see my baby girl thrown up into the air and rely on 3 other girls to catch her, I pray!  I cringe and hold my breath until she is safely walking back.  I think I must be crazy to let her do this, because any fool can tell you the dangers of it. 

What no one talks about is the emotional dangers from cheerleading.  Some of these girls are just mean.  If you’ve seen the movie “Mean Girls”, with Lindsay Lohan, you’ll know what I mean.  This has been an emotionally taxing year, and it’s only half over.

Whatever You’re Doing

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Sometimes God gives me messages through songs, and after this week of partially fasting, this is what I got.  I woke up Thursday morning singing this song, not really sure why, but I was.  Then when I went out to start the car, it was playing on the radio.  It was then that I really listened to the words. 

He is up to something.  He is refining me, and I need it.  It will be HEAVENLY!

Thanksgiving letters Part 2

Dear Dad,

Thank you for everything you do for me.  You do a lot for me.  Thank you for taking me hunting.  I like it.  Thank you for checking my homework.  I like getting all the problems right.  I get mad when I miss problems.  Thank you for fixing my things if I break them.  If I break it I will have to buy a new one.  I hate it when I break things.  I am thankful for all of these things. 

Sincerely,

Zach

More on dry socket

Yesterday I went back into the oral surgeons office to have the packing changed.  They asked me if I was ready to be done with it, and I’m jumping for the chance.  I ask, “how do you tell?”  I haven’t even taken any Ibuprofen and have been feeling good the past two days.  That’s when they told me there’s no science to it, it’s just trial and error.  They remove the packing, and I go home.  If the pain comes back, I go in and they pack it again.  Now this doesn’t sound right to me.  With all the advances in science and technology, why should we have to suffer some more?  Anyway, I was ready to be able to irrigate them myself, so I said I was ready.  She removed them, both of them were stuck this time, and that just reinforced my thoughts on being done with all of it by the way. 

We left and went to Target to pick up a few stocking stuffers, milk and bread, and by the time we were leaving I was on the phone making an appointment to have the left side packed again.  The right side felt fine, until last night.  Now it’s hurting again, and I don’t want to call the Dr. again, I feel like a problem patient.  I don’t know if it’s the dry socket, or the uppers.  The whole right side hurts again.  I just want to cry

Cleaning

Monday was spent in the basement.  That’s where the washer and dryer is, except I couldn’t find them for the huge pile of laundry!  I spent the entire day doing laundry.  I figured out that I can start a load in the dryer, then throw a load of blankets in the washer and hang that up to dry when done, then throw another load of clothes in the washer, and the washer and dryer will be done around the same time.  No more waiting on my dryer to finish.  I washed 18 loads that way!  Only half of those did I run the dryer though.  The only thing I’ve folded and put away so far is the sheets and blankets.  The rest of the laundry is piled up on the loveseat in the family room, waiting on family folding fun night!!  It is a mountainous pile, almost reaching the ceiling!  Yesterday was spent running around, so I’m behind again on laundry.  Why does it never stop? 

While I was down there, I cleaned up the area, and I’m making a scrapbook nook.  I’m so excited about it.  A designated spot for my stuff, and I don’t have to pack it away every time I need to stop.  It’s the little things…

Our Thanksgiving

Since Brooke and I had so much fun cooking Thanksgiving dinner last year, we wanted to do it again.  Saturday was the perfect day for it, and it turned out great.  We had dinner when Brian and Zach got home from hunting.  I didn’t go all out and bring the good China out, and I told everyone why.  I’d been standing in the kitchen all day and my feet hurt.  There was no way I was gonna stand in there half the night washing dishes.  It all turned out fine, and we still have lots of leftovers.  That reminds me, I need to start freezing some stuff.

Back to normal

Today I started feeling better, and actually cleaned my kitchen and living room, and did 2 loads of laundry.  Part of my house looks presentable.  Not much was accomplished while I was lying around in pain with dry sockets.  Yeah, I went to the oral surgeon on Monday and had the right side packed, and Tuesday for the left side.  Dry sockets are not fun, let me tell you!  I’m ready to feel normal and eat normal food.  I have to go back on Friday to have the sockets repacked.  This was the year I was going to sleep in and not go out on Black Friday.  Well, at least I won’t be standing in line at Target in the cold for 2 hours like last year.  Ahh, memories….

The rundown

Wednesday I had my lower wisdom teeth cut out.  They left the roots on the left side because they were wrapped up in the nerve, but they took the crown.  Everything on the right is gone.  I stayed in bed Wednesday afternoon and evening, and most of Thursday.  Thursday night Brooke cheered her 2nd game, and I went to see it.  I was pretty miserable when we left, and came back home to bed.  All of this has been leading up to Friday evening, when Brooke and I have tickets to see Twilight.  Something we both have been looking forward to since we read the books.  At one point I thought I was going to have Brian drive us to the theater, if I was still on pain meds.  That didn’t happen, and we ended up going on our own.  I was hurting but trying to be excited for Brooke.  It was pretty crazy when we arrived, with a long line and screaming at the beginning.  I had a talker sitting beside me.  When Edward came on screen, she was like “WHUT?”  and then she snorted.  Yeah, I said snorted.  She didn’t like the choice for Edward, and I think you’re not a true twilight fan if you’ve not watched every trailer at least 100 times before the movie came out.  Then she kept talking about the volvo, and snorting at inappropriate times.  Brooke said she had a laugher beside her.  They kind of ruined it for us.  We loved the book, and had so much expectations for the movie.  The movie itself was excellent, it was just the company we shared it with, and my pain level.  I can’t wait for it to come out on DVD so we can grab a blanket and watch it on the couch.  That will be awesome. 

So I think maybe I have dry socket.  I can’t imagine why the pain is getting worse as the days go by.  My MIL said I’ve tried to do too much too soon, which could be true, but why does it still hurt when I’m laying around?  Just biding my time until I can get an appointment tomorrow and see what’s up.  I wanna be done with this!!

My life in a small blurb

So Friday the Oral Surgeon actually called me.  Apparently the root of my impacted wisdom tooth and the nerve that runs along the lower jawline are very close.  Superimposed on the Xray.  If the nerve is damaged during the extraction of the tooth, I could have numbness in my jaw, chin, lower lip and tongue for life.  That doesn’t sound fun to me, but at this point I would gladly accept numbness!  He wants to send me for a Cone Beam CAT scan to get a better view of the nerve.  There are two places near me that actually have the Cat scan, and of course, they were closed on Friday.  Hopefully I can get that done early tomorrow, and then I have to take the results to the Oral Surgeon.  I would love some IV sedation right about now!  I never thought I’d be looking forward to having my wisdom teeth cut out.

Yesterday my friend picked Boo up and took her to dance, so I just had to go pick her up.  I was able to rest a little, and got the kitchen cleaned up.  How hard is it for someone else to take the clean dishes out of the dishwasher and empty the trash?  I had mopped the kitchen floor and grabbed a can of cherry coke zero, filled a cup with ice, and turned to go into the living room when I slipped.  The can and cup of ice went flying, dogs started chasing the ice, and I landed all sprawled out face first on the floor.  I’m sure it was hilarious to witness, but it really hurt.  I wanted to cry, but the action of it made my jaw hurt.  All in all, I banged up both knees and one elbow.  Good day all around! 

Brian and Zach had gone hunting.  Zach’s first time since taking the Hunter’s Education course.  He was so excited.  They came home with a deer, so we’ll have some meat in the freezer this winter!  I’m thankful for my hunter and gatherer!