well okay then...

seriously we got it coming from all sides!  we live in a mobile home.  no, it's not in a park thankyouverymuch!  I'm much too sophisticated for that (stop laughing this instant!).  hubby being the awesome man that he is pulled the "skirting" down to take a look at the a/c duct work cause we think we might just have a leak (booo, hisss).  well, while he was down there he realized that our house is not set right.  the shims are out from most of the supports.  okay, for those of you that do not dwell in the mobile home lifestyle... a mobile home is like a shoebox, right?  well, pretend that under that shoebox is a support grid type thingie.  then stack up blocks to the support type thingie.  you're loving my technical terms, I can tell!  well, since the ground is not totally level and blocks are all one size, you end up having to put shims in to make up the space between the top block and the beam it's supposed to be supporting.  now you're wondering why this might be such a big deal, right?  well, think of it like this...  back to the shoebox m'kay?  stay with me...  I know what I'm talking about!  or not but seriously, stick with me.   so you have this shoebox on the grid thingie.  well, you have it supported on some places but not others so it's not level.  now put heavy things in there.  things that don't move.  you know, like a couch, bed, fridge and the like.  now put in things that do move.  mice would work!  it is a shoebox afterall.  so you have this heavy stuff and this moving stuff on an uneven and slightly shifting floor.  it's not good, not good at all.  then factor in the whole living in Florida thing and the fact that Hurricane season starts on the 1st.  yeah...  not good.  not good.  so we now have to get that taken care of.  it's a really good thing my hubby can do just about anything.  he's out there now, in the dark working on it.  he's got dedication.

not my actual house but gives an idea.

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imaginary friends

I know, two posts in one day.  pure shock, eh?

I admit to being very child-like in many ways.  sadly one of those ways is counting on people more than they should be. 

I did that with my imaginary friends.  I let my guard down and formed them into a security blanket for myself.  I've slowly been realizing that it was a dumb move on my part.  little things here and little things there.

today my imaginary friends made me cry.
today my security blanket unraveled.
today I realized how stupid I can be.

now I get to pick up the pieces and figure out how to make a new security blanket for myself.  I will always hold the old one in my heart but I know it's not what I thought it was.  it was never meant to be.

reality is not my friend sometimes.

when did I move to the rainforest?

into every life a little rain must fall...
apparently I am now living in the rainforest.

I've got medical issues, both mine and dear family.  I've got financial issues.  I've got house issues.  I've even got vehicle issues now.

but know what?  I'm not gonna let it drown me.  I'll keep my chin up and carry on.  I will do as I have done.  I will worry some of course but I won't let it drown me.  I can rise above this  I will rise above this.  one day it will just be another memory and I will know I survived.  

for now I will sing and I will dance.  this too shall pass and I'm okay with that.

Country gal can survive!

I cleaned my kitchen with no running water.  yeah...  I rock.  I used stored bottled water from our hurricane supplies.  not expensive store bought stuff but water we'd put in bottles for cleaning and toilet flushing.  our well went out and we're learning to work around it as best we can.  we were able to get water from our relative neighbor but the hose blew out or something this afternoon and I needed the kitchen clean so I improvised.  yep...  I am rocking this whole country housewife thing.

Baby T joined the brood

I realized I was in such a funk that I never even got around to putting up a birth announcement on here or birth story.  cause really, we all know we love hearing about others pain and suffering.  so here goes...

baby T was born on March 3rd via a repeat C section.  she weighed 8lbs 14oz and was 19in long which made her my shortest baby.  my due date was March 15th so she was a little earlier than expected.  I was actually scheduled for my section on the 8th but she had other plans.
I'd been having contractions off and on for weeks.  March 2nd I was of course having them but something was a little different this time.  the area of my previous incision started to burn with the contractions.  so we went to the hossy.  get there and get checked and all that fun stuff.  a couple hours later my doc says to keep me and I'll have a section in the morning.  well okay then!  so hubby goes home and I lay there...  and lay there...  and for a change, I lay there s'more.  finally once the contractions got a good pattern, they gave me something to make me sleep.  so I took a nap.  I woke up a couple hours later then they started to get me ready for the section.  fast forward to who knows how many hours later (I was put to sleep for the section) and I wake up to my hubby telling me he's leaving.  okay, I didn't even know he was there.  so he leaves and back to sleep I go.  I had the hardest time coming out of the anesthesia.  it was bad.  I woke up one time to a nurse in the room checking on T.  I asked her if she was a girl and if she was okay.  I was told she was a girl and I went back to sleep.  some time later the nurse came and woke me to tell me they had to take T to the nursery because she couldn't control her blood sugar.  I still hadn't even seen her yet.  I asked if I could see her first.  the nurse wrapped her up and handed her to me for about three minutes.  then they were gone.  I got updates on her when I asked but otherwise I was there alone.  the next morning a nurse comes in and tells me that there's a problem.  T has thrown up and the did an xray or something on her and there was a blockage in her intestines.  they couldn't tell exactly what it was but it was something, more than they could handle at my hossy.  she needed to be transported to a hossy with a NICU.  the baby I hadn't even met yet really had something wrong and was being taken to another city.  joy.  the transport team brought her in to see me before they left though.  so my daughter who was just one day old I'd seen for all of about five minutes.  I was there alone.  later on that morning I got my IV taken out.  I hate those and get them out asap.  then they moved me to another room.  I still hadn't seen my doc yet.  well, I'd been in my new room for about 20 or so minutes when he showed up.  I told him I needed to leave.  he gave me that doctor look then checked my incision and said okay as long as I promised to take it easy.  sure thing doc!  now sign the paper, I'm outta here!  I was dressed in like five minutes (this is quite a feat for someone who has just had a c section!).  hubby showed up and off we went.  I walked out of the hossy.  yeah, I'm that kind of stubborn.  I told the tech there was no reason for me to be wheeled out, I wasn't carrying a baby.  she wasn't going to argue with me.  I mean really, how you gonna argue with a chick who is less than 36 hours out from having had a c section and is being discharged?  yeah, you're not.  it won't work, you won't win.  end of story.
so I go home.  without my baby.  she's down in the NICU still.  hubby went and saw her.  we called.  we were hoping to get her in a day or so since they cleared out her bowel obstruction the first day.  but that did not happen.  she finally came home on thursday afternoon.  I was so excited to finally meet and hold my baby!
it's not been the easiest road with her.  she does seem to still have some digestive issues but then again all of my children have issues with their digestive tract in one way or another.  one child it was horrid gas that required a script.  one had really bad reflux.  and on and on.  but she's here and she's okay.  and she's so, so perfect!  that picture was taken on May 3rd at two months old!

I think I may actually be back....

yes, it's been forever and a day.  so much has happened and frankly I just lost the urge to care about a lot of thing.  this blog was obviously one of the things that took a nose dive in importance.  here's a condensed version of what has gone one with me and mine...  not that I really think anyone cares, it's more a reminder to me. 

• my pregnancy got harder....
• my baby was born earlier than expected....
• my baby was in NICU for several days...  in another city....
• postpartum depression....
• family health issues....
• personal health issues....

okay, so I am gonna talk about that last one.  that's the reason I came here.  I need to talk and I don't want to bore my online groups of friends with it.  so I figured - hey, I have a blog that I rarely get visits to.  why not put it to use?  if people read it, great.  if not, I'm not doing this for anyone other than me right now.

so, my health.  yeah.  I hate the medical profession.  I always have and probably will always have at least a heavy measure of distrust in it.  that said.  there's something wrong with me.  I don't yet know what that is.  I don't honestly want to know.  I like being oblivious but I have five children and can't in good conscious do nothing anymore.  eleven years ago I would have happily put on my blinders and just gone on my merry way.  but it's not an option.   my hubby wants me to do something.  my friends want me to do something and they know only a small part of what I am dealing with.  my sister who knows nothing of what I deal with wants me to do something because of something that is going on with her.  so, I guess it's three strikes and I'm out...  I have to.

so if you've made it this far you are probably going something to the effect of what on earth is wrong?  well, here's the deal.  I've always had headaches.  as long as I can remember (which honestly isn't that far back but meh, we'll just go with all my life m'kay?).  I don't just get headaches.  I get migraines.  always in one temple, always.  well, those have gotten nearly daily.  some are worse than others but I almost always have a headache.  at present it'd be more notable if I didn't have a headache than me having a headache.  my insomnia is flaring back up.  you're serious you ask?  oh no....  I blog about my health at 5am for the fun of it!  yes, it's back.  I also keep losing words.  that's how I put it.  I'm sure that there's a better way to describe it but basically I can't recall a word when I want it.  even a simple word sometimes.  it's rather annoying to someone like me.  I worked very hard to get my vocabulary to where it is and to suddenly not be able to think up a word I used to use without a problem is saddening.  I've also found it very hard to deal with too many things at once.  more than one child needs me?  I shut down.  too many things happening at once?  I shut down.  things are too loud.  smells are too strong.  the feel of things on my skin is overly annoying.  and I'm tender.  like if I get bumped in my leg, it hurts.  I used to have an insane pain tolerance.  now I feel pain from my toddler climbing on my lap.  top all that off with the fact that I am a worried I may be well on my way to being a diabetic.  I had gestational diabetes.  I know that doesn't mean I have diabetes now but you have to understand my family history.  both of my parents had it.  it's actually what killed my mom.  let me guess?  but diabetes doesn't kill!  oh yes, yes it does.  when your blood sugar drops too low and there's nobody there to help you or get you help, yes, it kills.  but regardless.  I'm worried I have it or am at the very least borderline.

well, I'm done...  I don't want to keep talking.  my hands hurt (oh I didn't mention that...  my hands are dry to the point of cracking, bleeding and the skin just peeling off.  yes, it's incredibly painful.  especially since it's on three finger tips and the inside of my thumb) and I just want to stop.  I'm depressing myself.  so while I made this blog to be a fun place for me.  I think I'm turning it into my whine box.  I totally understand if you wanna unfollow it or whatever.  in the next week or so I plan on doing an overhaul of the blog.  so, if you stick around....  be on the lookout for what I'm up to with it!