Thursday

So this isn't the way I expected my Thursday to go....

Thursdays are supposed to be our "Brick" nights where we order out Ultimate Stuffed Sticks from The Brick and watch a marathon of movies/tv shows until we wake up in the middle of the night in our recliners.  

This isn't at all the way Thursday was supposed to go...

This Thursday was waaaaaaaay different than any other Thursday.  

Chris started having pain around his belly button Monday evening.  He didn't feel nauseous, so we treated it like gas pain, giving him lots of fiber and milk of magnesia (yuck!).  Tuesday he was a little better, but the pain had moved to his lower right abdomen.  Still treating it tenderly and walking gingerly, he wasn't totally washed out acting, but decided to call the doctor.  They couldn't see him until the next day at 3.  Wednesday was a MUCH better day, and wouldn't have gone to the doctor at all he said, but he already had the appointment, and just for the sale of argument, he went.  His doctor wasn't overly concerned that it may be his appendix, as he wasn't showing ANY other signs of appendicitis, but ran bloodwork to be sure.  Chris skipped his workout Wednesday (gasp!) and came on home.  He was fine the rest of the evening.

But Thursday morning at 3am, he got out of bed to get some apple juice, and couldn't get back in bed without assistance because the pain had gotten so bad! :( 

As soon as the doctor opened, h called requesting a ct scan.  They told him to come on in.

So we went around 10.  Thank goodness my mom was in town visiting to help watch Lucy while we were tending to Chris.  

While at th hospital, his pain didn't get any better!  After three nasty medicine shots chased by grape crystal light, he had the scan done and it showed he did indeed have appendicitis.

We waited for the best doctor and around 5, they started his appendectomy.

I cried.

I wasn't scared for him, because he's the strongest man I know.  He's my superman.  But I hated to see him hurt at all and knew this surgery was going to require recovery, where he won't be able to do a lot of his normal for the next several weeks (ie: pick up/roughhouse with Lucy, go to the gym, etc.). He's my rock, the one I always lean on, and he was broken.. 

He came out of the surgery like a champ though!  He is doing just fine and sleeping like a hibernating bear! :)

Lucy is doing great with Memaw and I can't thank her enough.  I haven't worried the first time about Lucy.  And apparent she hasn't worried the first time about us either :)

I'm fighting every urge to climb in bed beside him and snuggle my big ol' teddy bear, but need to at least submit to the urges of sleep. 

Goodnight Thursday!

Toodle-Loo Diaper-Roo! :)

Two days ago, I decided to reintroduce Lucy to potty-training.  We attempted this about three months ago with a HUGE day dedicated to nothing but "letting the tee-tee out!"  We ate all kinds of junky food (that she would want to snack on to therefore make her want to drink more, to therefore make her want to pee more... see where this was going?), we bought a super-de-duper-nifty-rifty Minnie Mouse cup (with a straw I might add!) to drink her juice (and not just any juice -- oh, baby, she had Capri Sun!!) from, and a Baby Alive (that really pees!).... to no avail. 

She ate the snacks -- oh she loved them!

She drank the juice -- oh boy, did she love the juice!

She couldn't figure out how to drink from the straw -- (*eye roll*)

And the doll kept her interest for........ about 2 seconds.

But she would NOT use the bathroom.  We had her in these SUPER cute panties, and she wouldn't have accidents in her panties, but she wouldn't go in the potty either.  No matter how much juice she drank -- she held it!  Ai-yi-yi!

So we dropped it.  The school year was coming to a close, graduation was sneaking up on me, I had school work.... yadda, yadda yadda....

But just recently... she's started telling me "no diaper, mommy!"  but she wouldn't sit on the potty for longer than two seconds still.

So I Googled.  And Pinterested.  And scoured the internet (glad I live in today's world) and found the idea that instead of just rewarding them for going -- try rewarding them for even SITTING on the potty.  HOW FREAKING GENIUS!!!

So two days ago we did just that.  We sat on that potty every 20 minutes.  But she held it ...... for TWO AND A HALF HOURS!!!  She had an accident during one of the 20 minute intervals, we took a nap, and let the rest of the afternoon just be a diaper kind of afternoon because I had errands to run, and frankly, I'm just not quite ready to tackle panties in public -- ;)

The next day, I was ready -- I lowered our time intervals to every 10 minutes and started from the moment she woke up.  But this time, she held it for THREE HOURS!!  Geeze-Louise!  We had an accident, ate lunch, took a nap (with panties on!), woke up tee-tee free (yay!), went straight to the potty and LET THE TEE-TEE OUT!!  Woo-Hoo!!!!  We had the BIGGEST dance party!!  The rest of the afternoon was spent in panties too, but we were more lax on the intervals because by this time, I had learned that she was only going to go every 2 1/2 -- 3 hours.  However, right before dinner, I knew it was coming, so we were doing the intervals at every 5-10 minutes and I missed it again.  Honestly.

I think we had a good start!  I do know that I need to buy more training panties, because we can quickly use up the whole 3-pack in one day.  We've laid off of the training for the last couple of days because of this and will catch back up next week!  Looking forward to our diaper-free days! :)