My poor babe (baylor, not nate) has been sick for a couple of weeks now. My other poor babe (yes, I am talking about nate this time) has been super stressed about his first stats test. I think they both just needed someone to hold them for a minute. Try to ignore the big drool spot on nate's shirt. Bay is having some saliva issues lately. I love these moments in life. It makes it all so worth it.
These are the moments I need to keep me going when I realize there are moments trying to pull me down. For example, hearing that two kids will most likely be needing surgery. Am I wearing a sign on my back that says I love hospitals/ surgery/ doctors...etc? If so will someone please take it off. I'm not trying to complain here. I really am so blessed. But sometimes I just need to vent for a minute.
I blame nate. He is the one that said we were going to have a surgery free year. We made it all the way to February........so close. Turns out Dax needs his tonsils out so that one is no biggie. Of course I can say that because it's not me getting it done. I'm just happy it's nothing major. Next week we will find out for sure when.
Next in line will probably be dilon. I am trying to be optimistic that he really won't need surgery but when the doc is sending us to an orthopedic surgeon it doesn't sound too promising. He injured his thumb playing that darn football and it keeps getting worse. Something has gone wrong with the tendons by his joint, in his joint, I don't know. All I got from the conversation was tendons, joint, and specialist. I'm awesome, I know. I guess I shouldn't just assume the worst when we aren't even sure what's wrong with it. Maybe nate should start taking the kids to all these doctor appointments. Or maybe not. He had the fantastic opportunity of taking the three older ones grocery shopping last Saturday while I stayed home with Baylor. He walked in the door looking like he wanted to kill someone. Here is our conversation:
Me: Geez, what's your problem?
Nate: These kids don't mind!
m: Noooooooo. Our kids not mind? I don't believe you.
n: Do you know what it's like to have them grabbing everything in the store, fighting, and running all over the place not listening to a word I say?
m: no, I have absolutely no idea. So sorry you had to deal with that.
I just had to turn and walk away so he couldn't see me smiling from ear to ear. I should feel for the guy, but nope. It kind of made my day. I am so going to hell.
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