I did the treadmill stress test and echocardiogram thing for my heart yesterday. Although I only managed six minutes on the treadmill at a whopping max speed of 2.7 mph, I did not die so I consider that an over all win. I also got to see the live feed of the ultrasounds they did of my heart, which was kind of creepy cool.

The down side was they spent nearly an hour trying to get an IV in so they could inject me with some dye to make the heart images better and never managed to actually get the IV going. They brought in the "vein expert" and he stabbed me twice, the second time resulting in my legs flailing around like I was being electrocuted because OMG someone trying to put in an IV in the back of your hand without deadening it first HURTS LIKE A SON OF A FISH. But I did not move my arm and I only screamed a tiny bit and I did not curse anyone's parents for bringing their horrible spawn into the world to mutilate my arm, so... win again?

Anywho, they were able to do the ultrasounds without the dye, and they called me yesterday afternoon to tell me my heart looked normal so I didn't need to panic about that.

And I'm wearing a heart monitor for a month, which is already irritating the heck out of my skin where the electrodes are attached, because of course it is. And I discovered last night that wearing a sports bra to sleep is not terribly comfortable, but I can tuck the monitor sensor into the cleavage without worrying that it's going to unplug during the night. Unfortunatly, it appears that the cleavage also provides just enough insulation that the sensor doesn't adequately broadcast to the receiver on my nightstand if I'm facing away from it. So, you know, I'm going to count that one as a win for my ample bosom and call it good because I'm looking for the bright side of things right now.

In other news, the Captain was supposed to have today off but a few of his soldiers needed to report on base at five to do a thing they've put off until the last minute so he had to text them to remind them this afternoon. Then at five thirty he received a text from his boss saying some of his soldiers did not report so Captain needed to round them up and go to base himself to deal with that, which was annoying because it's a day off, but it's his job so you can't very well tell them no. However, he was so annoyed he decided to take the Demon Spawn and one of Demon Spawn's very loud electronic toys with him because if he had to suffer, everyone else was going to suffer by golly! So we're apparently using the child for revenge now. I'm surprisingly okay with it.

I've knit my first mitten, which I'm proud of. It's a convertible mitten so you can flip the top part backwards to expose the fingers for phone texting and whatnot. It has a thumb, even. But now I have to knit a second one and I'm a little concerned they won't match, that I'll end up adding or deleting a row somewhere or something.

I'm also hoping to get some writing done this year, but I said that last year and only managed maybe ten thousand words of fic, and now I'm playing WoW again so I doubt I'll even get that much done.
missmiah: (Miah)
( Apr. 4th, 2014 09:58 am)
I haven't been in a coma or anything. I blame Beck introducing me to Tumblr. I spend far too much time scrolling through gifs and posts about Hannibal and Teen Wolf (I don't even watch Teen Wolf, I'm just amused by how angry some of the fans are because the dude who runs the show apparently can't remember his own name, much less show continuity and he's really big on killing off the POCs and the womens in the show, also people on my list ship two of the dudes who are barely in any scenes together and even though I don't watch the show I've started reading Sterek fic that one of the ladies on my list links to... which, if I may remind you, is slash fic which I generally do not read, for a show I don't watch, involving two characters I know nothing about other than people think they should do the sex) and anti-anti-vaxers trying to tell anti-vaxers to stop trying to kill us all, kthnx, with some random Labyrinth and Sound of Music gifs thrown in for variety.

The Demon Spawn is growing up fast.

The house is a mess, but I've been sick the last few days so I just don't care. We'll clean over Captain's weekend so that one of us can keep an eye on the kid while the other scrubs toilets or whatever.

Went to Colorado Springs for an Army marriage retreat last weekend. Lots of sitting around discussing how to love your wife and respect your husband, with a side of religion through in, but on the whole it was interesting. The Army paid for the hotel (the Antlers Hilton) and most of the food at the hotel plus a meal out for a date night, and they arranged child care for Demon Spawn whenever we were in a session and four hours on Saturday night so we could just get away and be a couple rather than a trio. Then we went to the Garden of the Gods after the retreat and I walked a mile and a half through some really pretty terrain.

We're hoping to go back to Colorado Springs to do some other stuff soon. Colorado Springs has a lot of touristy things - Manitou cliff dwellings, the North Pole, Cripple Creek and the Molly Kathleen mine, a creepy ass bug museum that I got dragged two twice as a child, Cave of the Winds. Stuff like that.

Sadly, I've managed almost no writing since January. Which is a huge bummer. But Demon Spawn demands more and more time AND we got a PS3 over the holiday so I've been playing Minecraft while he naps because... Minecraft.

Oops.
missmiah: (Miah)
( Jan. 14th, 2014 12:30 pm)
Demon Spawn is walking. That's so difficult for me to accept for some reason. It seems like just yesterday he was a chubby cheeked ball of bad smells and cuddles that needed me for everything, and now he's little Mr. Independent, wanting put everything he finds on the floor into his mouth and chase the cats and pull things off of bookshelves.

Today he figured out (by watching Captain do it) that the door to the garage opens up if you twist the handle and he's been trying to manage that every time I turn my back. Thankfully, Babysaurus sells the over the handle locks that fit this type of handle-knob thing, as well as the ones for the more traditional round knobs.

Round knobs. Snort.

Oh goodness, I need a nap.

Anyway, the point is that my son is almost fifteen months old and officially a toddler and I've already got people asking me when we'll be having baby number two.

WTH, people?
Got into an argument about vaccinations with a stranger on the internet because of course I did.

Hey, don't want your kiddo to get his shots because it could give them autism/mercury poisoning/makes them cry, that's your business. But I think the polite thing to do is to let me know your kid hasn't received all his jabs before you let him play with my son who is not old enough to receive all of his shots - which we are giving him on schedule because I would rather have a living, breathing baby than one who might catch whooping cough and die, thanks.

I'm not saying you have to vaccinate your kids, I'm just saying I don't want him playing with my son if you don't.
Yesterday the Captain was three-fourths of the way through his work week (two days work, two nights work, three to four days off depending on if that last day is a week day or not in which case he gets most of the day off but still has to go in for PT at ass crack o' early in the morning and honestly it's all just very complicated). Anyway, it was the second day of night shift so he was pretty much asleep all morning and then left early in the afternoon for work. Also, normally the kid is pretty happy rolling around on the office floor, smacking things with his toys, shoving toys into his pie hole, trying to stealthly burrow under the futon to begin setting up his secret lair, all that stuff pre-walking midgets do.

So I figured with Captain not demanding any of my attention and the kiddo doing his eight month old thing, I would have time to sit down and write fic, which is something I've been wanting to do for AGES.

Yeah, that did not work.

I mean, I wrote maybe two paragraphs and double checked some research (pages and pages and pages of notes on Australia I shall probably never ever reference, but that's how I roll, yo) and I had one of those brilliant AH-HA moments when I suddenly figured out how to get the two big plot point/plot lines of the fic to merge without going "Ok, so we've got Plot Point One covered so... ok, info dump out of no where for the next part".

Which, by the way, I've seen some fics do and I just go "Seriously? You think resolving the main focus of your fic up to this point - ie, Snape and Herms are in lurve and/or getting their groove thang on - and you apparently don't want to stop getting reviews on the fic you've already got established so you just tack your ideas for a sequel on to the fic and hope we won't notice that suddenly the happy couple are now being stalked by this insane ex-Death Eater that has sworn to murderate them both but that we have never even heard of before in the entire first seventy chapters of your fic?" I mean, I'm sure insane stalker fic is awesome... but it should probably be it's own fic. A sequel. Hell, even call it Book Two of the Never Ending Grape/Snermione/whatever you call SS/HG hookin-up fic epic quadrilogy. I don't care what you call it, just stop writing fics that are 184 chapters long and are actually three different story lines all shoved together so that the day Herms (or Snape) gets out of the hospital/watches a nasty get sent to Azkaban/tells the other they're in love, they don't end up being abducted by mutant aardvarks forcing Snape to spend the next twenty chapters trying to get them back. Because no. Story resolution. Learn what it means.

And I've become utterly distracted, haven't I?

Anyway, so I did some research and wrote a little bit and the kid didn't want to drink his bottle but he was hungry and he may be teething, I can't tell, and the husband was all "I forgot to eat before work, can I have some money for food?" and the Demon Spawn wanted cuddles and more cuddles and then didn't want any cuddles and then changed his mind two minutes later and I can not type while holding a squirming eight month old.

So, while I have ideas for both of the new WIPS I've been trying to write (one of which is so seriously overdue that I actually feel ashamed and will not be posting any new fic or chapters to Walls until I have it finished and ready to give to the person it was promised to ages ago) and my mind is constantly giving me details and scenarios I can't actually get the time to sit and do it without everything else getting in the way.

In other totally related news - the entire house has been cleaned top to bottom, just in time for the dog to pee all over the dining room carpet (and we're out of the dog pee enzyme cleaner stuff) and one of the cats to barf on our bedroom floor. Also, there is pink hairdye all over the shower grout because of reasons.

PS - If I ever finish it, anyone want to proof read a fic set in Australia? There may be marsupials and/or Luna involved. But not a marsupial Luna because that would be weird. Or at least weirder than normal for Luna.
Yesterday the Captain was three-fourths of the way through his work week (two days work, two nights work, three to four days off depending on if that last day is a week day or not in which case he gets most of the day off but still has to go in for PT at ass crack o' early in the morning and honestly it's all just very complicated). Anyway, it was the second day of night shift so he was pretty much asleep all morning and then left early in the afternoon for work. Also, normally the kid is pretty happy rolling around on the office floor, smacking things with his toys, shoving toys into his pie hole, trying to stealthly burrow under the futon to begin setting up his secret lair, all that stuff pre-walking midgets do.

So I figured with Captain not demanding any of my attention and the kiddo doing his eight month old thing, I would have time to sit down and write fic, which is something I've been wanting to do for AGES.

Yeah, that did not work.

I mean, I wrote maybe two paragraphs and double checked some research (pages and pages and pages of notes on Australia I shall probably never ever reference, but that's how I roll, yo) and I had one of those brilliant AH-HA moments when I suddenly figured out how to get the two big plot point/plot lines of the fic to merge without going "Ok, so we've got Plot Point One covered so... ok, info dump out of no where for the next part".

Which, by the way, I've seen some fics do and I just go "Seriously? You think resolving the main focus of your fic up to this point - ie, Snape and Herms are in lurve and/or getting their groove thang on - and you apparently don't want to stop getting reviews on the fic you've already got established so you just tack your ideas for a sequel on to the fic and hope we won't notice that suddenly the happy couple are now being stalked by this insane ex-Death Eater that has sworn to murderate them both but that we have never even heard of before in the entire first seventy chapters of your fic?" I mean, I'm sure insane stalker fic is awesome... but it should probably be it's own fic. A sequel. Hell, even call it Book Two of the Never Ending Grape/Snermione/whatever you call SS/HG hookin-up fic epic quadrilogy. I don't care what you call it, just stop writing fics that are 184 chapters long and are actually three different story lines all shoved together so that the day Herms (or Snape) gets out of the hospital/watches a nasty get sent to Azkaban/tells the other they're in love, they don't end up being abducted by mutant aardvarks forcing Snape to spend the next twenty chapters trying to get them back. Because no. Story resolution. Learn what it means.

And I've become utterly distracted, haven't I?

Anyway, so I did some research and wrote a little bit and the kid didn't want to drink his bottle but he was hungry and he may be teething, I can't tell, and the husband was all "I forgot to eat before work, can I have some money for food?" and the Demon Spawn wanted cuddles and more cuddles and then didn't want any cuddles and then changed his mind two minutes later and I can not type while holding a squirming eight month old.

So, while I have ideas for both of the new WIPS I've been trying to write (one of which is so seriously overdue that I actually feel ashamed and will not be posting any new fic or chapters to Walls until I have it finished and ready to give to the person it was promised to ages ago) and my mind is constantly giving me details and scenarios I can't actually get the time to sit and do it without everything else getting in the way.

In other totally related news - the entire house has been cleaned top to bottom, just in time for the dog to pee all over the dining room carpet (and we're out of the dog pee enzyme cleaner stuff) and one of the cats to barf on our bedroom floor. Also, there is pink hairdye all over the shower grout because of reasons.

PS - If I ever finish it, anyone want to proof read a fic set in Australia? There may be marsupials and/or Luna involved. But not a marsupial Luna because that would be weird. Or at least weirder than normal for Luna.
So far my early impressions of Colorado and our new duty station have been... less than favorable.

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Over all of this.

The one bright shining star in this cluster fuck was introducing the Demon Spawn to a swimming pool at one of our hotel stays. It took a few moments for him to adjust to being surrounded by cool water, but then he discovered what would happen if he slammed his flailing arms into the water and suddenly there were smiles and giggles and Mommy trying not to drown in the deluge. So that was nice.
missmiah: (Miah)
( Mar. 25th, 2013 05:07 pm)
Previously on Miss Miah's LJ - Pictures of the Demon Spawn looking a bit like a muppet, a panda eating a biscuit and a bunny.

I've returned to organizing my life with list making because I can't remember to do anything without writing it down anymore. Plus, Captain can't be arsed to remember anything unless I write it down for him and he's pants at reminding me to remind him to do anything so...

Lists.

List for me of things that have to be done before we leave Georgia. List of things we need in the car with us when we get to Colorado. List of things that have to be done today specifically. List of things Captain has to do because I can't do it for him (believe me, I would if I could, so that I could be certain they were actually being done). There's even a list of lists I need to make.

I wish I was kidding.

On the other hand, it is times like these in which my super annoying detail oriented personality excels.

Anywho, am thinking of taking the Demon Spawn to see the creepy as hell Easter Bunny on base tonight, or Wednesday night. Demon Spawn slept through his Santa visit so we didn't get to experience the traditional small child traumatized by Santa screaming fit I was expecting, so this could give us a second chance to cross that parenting milestone off our list.

And I just had to untangle the child's leg from one of those beads on curvy metal frames toys that kids (and adults, admit it, you'd play with one - also his is much simpler than that one because he's only five months old) love. First time he's had any interest in playing with it, had it for ten minutes while I sat here calling the local kennel for the furballs boarding, and somehow managed to get his entire leg up to his thigh caught in it. Then he looked at me like "How did that happen?"

I haven't had a chance to write (anything other than lists) in ages, but I am planning to have limited internet (thank goodness for smart phones) access from the 22nd until I'm actual installed in a new house, plus a bajillion hour car ride broken up over several days, so I am hoping (knock on wood, fingers crossed) to get some fic written then.

I'll be sad to move. It will be nice to be closer to family and my old friends from college, but I've made new friends here AND I really hate moving and unpacking by myself.
missmiah: (the Demon Spawn)
( Mar. 8th, 2013 09:53 am)
The Demon Spawn has his first cold.

Probably.

There is a chance that it's not actually a cold and is, instead, the beginning of a lifetime of torture known as hayfever that he probably inherited from both his mother and father (I don't even know if it's possible to inherit pollen allergies, but it sounds nice and ominous, yes?), in which case... oops.

Anyway, I have an amazingly good natured and cheerful child because he's all smiles and giggles for me in between the sneezing, coughing, running nose, snot suctioning (he's not terribly fond of that), puffy eyes and general difficulty breathing and eating. I know I get miserable as heck when I'm sick, and Captain is worse, so I have no idea where the Demon Spawn gets it from.

Someone remind me of this five years from now when I am lamenting how I have to tie the child to a chair and force cold meds into him because he won't stop crying/screaming.

Anywho, there is much I want/need to do today, and instead I think I'll be cuddling the sick one and catching cat naps whenever he passes out and can be put back in his PnP for a bit. We don't nap on the big bed together because I am super paranoid about everything about squishing the baby.
missmiah: (the Demon Spawn)
( Mar. 8th, 2013 09:53 am)
The Demon Spawn has his first cold.

Probably.

There is a chance that it's not actually a cold and is, instead, the beginning of a lifetime of torture known as hayfever that he probably inherited from both his mother and father (I don't even know if it's possible to inherit pollen allergies, but it sounds nice and ominous, yes?), in which case... oops.

Anyway, I have an amazingly good natured and cheerful child because he's all smiles and giggles for me in between the sneezing, coughing, running nose, snot suctioning (he's not terribly fond of that), puffy eyes and general difficulty breathing and eating. I know I get miserable as heck when I'm sick, and Captain is worse, so I have no idea where the Demon Spawn gets it from.

Someone remind me of this five years from now when I am lamenting how I have to tie the child to a chair and force cold meds into him because he won't stop crying/screaming.

Anywho, there is much I want/need to do today, and instead I think I'll be cuddling the sick one and catching cat naps whenever he passes out and can be put back in his PnP for a bit. We don't nap on the big bed together because I am super paranoid about everything about squishing the baby.
The Demon Spawn had his four month check up today. (Posted pictures yesterday, in case you missed that and wanted to see him looking like a demented Christmas elf.) Took his shots like a trooper, cried for less than a minute and then was all smiles (with just a hint of suspicious side-eye whenever anyone came close with something in their hands). He's chubby, but not obese, and he's on the short side (just like both his parents). Still hitting all his age milestones and then some, so we're all very proud on that score.

Talked to the doctor about when we should start the kiddo on solid food and she told us we could do it now, but I think we're going to wait until after he's six months old. I've heard that it's easier on their stomachs to wait that long and it would be a lot easier on us if we can get through the move in late April/early May without having to figure out how to deal with feeding the baby solids on the road/before the house is unpacked.

So... this morning was spent at the hospital taking care of baby things, yesterday was spent at the vet taking care of cat things (two hours at the vet with three cats and a little one who has recently decided the world is far too interesting to waste time on naps) and car things, Sunday was a board gamer meeting where we had to discuss actual serious issues rather than just sitting around playing 7 Wonders and Ticket to Ride (not that we didn't play 7 Wonders after the serious stuff), Saturday was Star Wars because my players want to actually fight all the zombies (yes, zombies in Star Wars... it's canon) and save the world(s) before we move.

It's been busy lately.

I need to wash bottles and shower because the Demon Spawn expressed his satisfaction with lunch by grinning at me with a mouthful of milk, then I hope to get an hour of writing in for the first time in WEEKS. Fingers crossed, knock on wood, etc.
The Demon Spawn had his four month check up today. (Posted pictures yesterday, in case you missed that and wanted to see him looking like a demented Christmas elf.) Took his shots like a trooper, cried for less than a minute and then was all smiles (with just a hint of suspicious side-eye whenever anyone came close with something in their hands). He's chubby, but not obese, and he's on the short side (just like both his parents). Still hitting all his age milestones and then some, so we're all very proud on that score.

Talked to the doctor about when we should start the kiddo on solid food and she told us we could do it now, but I think we're going to wait until after he's six months old. I've heard that it's easier on their stomachs to wait that long and it would be a lot easier on us if we can get through the move in late April/early May without having to figure out how to deal with feeding the baby solids on the road/before the house is unpacked.

So... this morning was spent at the hospital taking care of baby things, yesterday was spent at the vet taking care of cat things (two hours at the vet with three cats and a little one who has recently decided the world is far too interesting to waste time on naps) and car things, Sunday was a board gamer meeting where we had to discuss actual serious issues rather than just sitting around playing 7 Wonders and Ticket to Ride (not that we didn't play 7 Wonders after the serious stuff), Saturday was Star Wars because my players want to actually fight all the zombies (yes, zombies in Star Wars... it's canon) and save the world(s) before we move.

It's been busy lately.

I need to wash bottles and shower because the Demon Spawn expressed his satisfaction with lunch by grinning at me with a mouthful of milk, then I hope to get an hour of writing in for the first time in WEEKS. Fingers crossed, knock on wood, etc.
missmiah: (Been Better)
( Nov. 4th, 2012 07:20 pm)
Am out of the hospital, got out rather late last night after promising to be a good girl and stay home and rest and to not get excited or to do anything more strenuous than picking up my son for the next week or two. My OB (who technically should no longer be my caregiver but who told me to cancel my appointment to see my primary care doctor at two weeks postpartum and to see her instead because she had suspicions about my health because I'm pretty sure she's friggin' psychic or something) wrote Captain a doctor's note for his commanding officer telling them that she recommends he have the next two weeks off because I need a baby sitter and apparently can not be trusted to take care of myself or my child if left alone. We're waiting to see if his leave will be approved or not, but for now he was told not to come in tomorrow morning.

So, once again, that's awesome.

We did discover that the headaches I've been having since the Demon Spawn was born are not just annoying headaches but migraines and the reason the Tylenol hasn't been helping much is because Tylenol does NOTHING for migraines (for me, at least), apparently. Neither does percocet. Although percocet does help me clear out my stomach rather effectively, but then again, so does a migraine after its had a chance to set in for several hours without any ibuprofen (which they wouldn't give me at the hospital because I wasn't allowed to eat and ibuprofen on an empty tummy is a bad thing).

We're not sure if the migraines were contributing to the dangerously high blood pressure or if the dangerously high blood pressure was contributing to the migraines.

I did get some lovely new meds to treat the migraine, but much like the magnesium sulfate IV, the new meds mean I can not breastfeed my son. Because I am a stubborn cow, I refused to take the migraine meds today until I was able to pump one last time in an effort to provide some breast milk for the little bugger because I'm already feeling like a complete failure as a mother as it is.

Captain called in someone from the office he's assigned to on base (his current boss actually) to come babysit me and the kid today while he went to the store. That wasn't embarrassing at all.

Looking to the bright side, in the future, when the Demon Spawn is in his twenties and married and getting ready to have a kiddo of his own, I can totally remind him of how he tried to kill me from the womb. That should be worth some extra guilt induced grandparently cuddling/spoiling rights or something.

Finally, since it was make jokes or cry a lot during the latest hospital stay, I kept trying to smile and be funny and I most of the nurses joked along with me, but the day nurse on Saturday... I don't think she got my sense of humor. She definitely did not get it when I held up one of my socks as I got dressed to get discharged and said, "Dobby is a free elf!" and then made Captain take a picture.
missmiah: (Been Better)
( Nov. 4th, 2012 10:08 am)
Am out of the hospital, got out rather late last night after promising to be a good girl and stay home and rest and to not get excited or to do anything more strenuous than picking up my son for the next week or two. My OB (who technically should no longer be my caregiver but who told me to cancel my appointment to see my primary care doctor at two weeks postpartum and to see her instead because she had suspicions about my health because I'm pretty sure she's friggin' psychic or something) wrote Captain a doctor's note for his commanding officer telling them that she recommends he have the next two weeks off because I need a baby sitter and apparently can not be trusted to take care of myself or my child if left alone. We're waiting to see if his leave will be approved or not, but for now he was told not to come in tomorrow morning.

So, once again, that's awesome.

We did discover that the headaches I've been having since the Demon Spawn was born are not just annoying headaches but migraines and the reason the Tylenol hasn't been helping much is because Tylenol does NOTHING for migraines (for me, at least), apparently. Neither does percocet. Although percocet does help me clear out my stomach rather effectively, but then again, so does a migraine after its had a chance to set in for several hours without any ibuprofen (which they wouldn't give me at the hospital because I wasn't allowed to eat and ibuprofen on an empty tummy is a bad thing).

We're not sure if the migraines were contributing to the dangerously high blood pressure or if the dangerously high blood pressure was contributing to the migraines.

I did get some lovely new meds to treat the migraine, but much like the magnesium sulfate IV, the new meds mean I can not breastfeed my son. Because I am a stubborn cow, I refused to take the migraine meds today until I was able to pump one last time in an effort to provide some breast milk for the little bugger because I'm already feeling like a complete failure as a mother as it is.

Captain called in someone from the office he's assigned to on base (his current boss actually) to come babysit me and the kid today while he went to the store. That wasn't embarrassing at all.

Looking to the bright side, in the future, when the Demon Spawn is in his twenties and married and getting ready to have a kiddo of his own, I can totally remind him of how he tried to kill me from the womb. That should be worth some extra guilt induced grandparently cuddling/spoiling rights or something.

Finally, since it was make jokes or cry a lot during the latest hospital stay, I kept trying to smile and be funny and I most of the nurses joked along with me, but the day nurse on Saturday... I don't think she got my sense of humor. She definitely did not get it when I held up one of my socks as I got dressed to get discharged and said, "Dobby is a free elf!" and then made Captain take a picture.
So I'm back in the hospital. Again.

The preeclampsia that caused my emergency induction at thirty-seven weeks has not improved as hoped, and my OB is concerned that my elevated blood pressure and constant headaches could be leading up to seizures and neurological damage.

So yay for that.

Anyway, I'm currently hooked up to an IV and a catheter and drugged up to the gills and very carefully typing this into my phone with my thumb. It is taking me ages to write this post.

Also, thanks to the drugs I can't even take care of my baby. Can't breastfeed. Can't change him. Can"t even hold him without close supervision in case I drop him.

I am so sick of hospitals.
So I'm back in the hospital. Again.

The preeclampsia that caused my emergency induction at thirty-seven weeks has not improved as hoped, and my OB is concerned that my elevated blood pressure and constant headaches could be leading up to seizures and neurological damage.

So yay for that.

Anyway, I'm currently hooked up to an IV and a catheter and drugged up to the gills and very carefully typing this into my phone with my thumb. It is taking me ages to write this post.

Also, thanks to the drugs I can't even take care of my baby. Can't breastfeed. Can't change him. Can"t even hold him without close supervision in case I drop him.
Captain just asked if I was done pumping for a moment because the Demon Spawn was hungry. As they walked away I heard him say to the little one, "You're getting boob juice. Freshly squeezed."
Captain just asked if I was done pumping for a moment because the Demon Spawn was hungry. As they walked away I heard him say to the little one, "You're getting boob juice. Freshly squeezed."
An extremely quick run-by update since I haven't posted since we were being admitted to the hospital on Thursday the 11th.

Captain and I have a son.

Demon Spawn was born at 37 weeks and 3 days. He was just over six pounds at birth, 20 1/4 inches long (part of that was his little cone head though, so he's actually a wee bit shorter now) and he's beautiful in my completely unbiased opinion.

If I feel up to it later I'll come back and tell you all about being stuck in the hospital for over a week, the just-shy-of-forty-hours of labor and the medical intervention necessary to finally get Demon Spawn out, plus ending up back in the hospital on Saturday for an additional three days because someone who is about to get reported to the base's patient advocate did not order testing for a very obvious case of severe jaundice and instead fobbed us off on another doctor the next day (other doctor did order the test and managed to get us admitted to the children's hospital within an hour - yes, it was that bad).

Also, pictures later.

For now, I need about a billion hours of sleep.
An extremely quick run-by update since I haven't posted since we were being admitted to the hospital on Thursday the 11th.

Captain and I have a son.

Demon Spawn was born at 37 weeks and 3 days. He was just over six pounds at birth, 20 1/4 inches long (part of that was his little cone head though, so he's actually a wee bit shorter now) and he's beautiful in my completely unbiased opinion.

If I feel up to it later I'll come back and tell you all about being stuck in the hospital for over a week, the just-shy-of-forty-hours of labor and the medical intervention necessary to finally get Demon Spawn out, plus ending up back in the hospital on Saturday for an additional three days because someone who is about to get reported to the base's patient advocate did not order testing for a very obvious case of severe jaundice and instead fobbed us off on another doctor the next day (other doctor did order the test and managed to get us admitted to the children's hospital within an hour - yes, it was that bad).

Also, pictures later.

For now, I need about a billion hours of sleep.
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