My son notices a girl, an update on Fiala’s skin, Hubby and I fight, and I learn more about my heart
- I must say that I am totally thrown for a loop that it is my youngest son — not quite eight years old — who has a) noticed a girl (he’s liked her “forever,” i.e., since preschool); and b) cares what clothes he wears. The girl is darling, one could hardly blame him. And, I find myself impressed at his plan of action: “I try to get her attention by helping her, and trying to start conversation. Seth is my rival [yes, he said that], and he tries to get her attention by being crazy, and I don’t think she likes that.” However, it seems surreal to be having girl conversations with my seven year old son. And, only in the last year did I stop picking out my now-12yo son’s outfit for the day; both my older two sons couldn’t care less about clothing. Yet, Wes is extremely particular, though for very boyish reasons, proclaiming that a striped yellow tee shirt I purchased for him, “looks like pee-yellow.”
- Fiala’s skin is improving, as is her digestion. This is probably TMI for 90% of you, but over the last couple of days, has had her first fully-formed stools of her life. I called the allergist’s office; they’re still waiting on the results of the RAST testing, but I have definitely seen an improvement by excluding soy, milk, and now potato and tomato. The other things that she tested allergic to… well, I’m just not so certain that they’re truly problematic. We’ll see. Her skin is still only about 40% improved, which is GREAT, but when I’m eager for her to be fully HEALED, 40% is unsatisfying.
- Martin and I had a fight yesterday. The last time we had a fight was a good six months ago. Two fights a year might be acceptable, sort of, especially when we used to fight daily, or nearly so, earlier in our marriage. We have resolved it, and all is peaceful, except the lingering yucky feeling that remains from fighting, even when all is forgiven. 😦
- It appears I have mitral valve prolapse. I heard the “click click click” during the echocardiogram I had on Wednesday, and saw the swirled red-and-blue where no swirling should be. However, I have yet to hear back from my doctor. 😦 That explains fatigue (seems like “fatigue” is from many sources, though), weird, tight chest pain that sometimes extends sharply into my upper right arm, and dizzy spells. I don’t know if having MVP means I don’t have WPW, or what. My doctor theorized, based on my electrocardiogram, that I had WFW, and from what I understood, we were doing the echo to rule out his second-best guess, MVP. I am also wearing a 30 day “event recorder,” which is an itchy, stupid pain in the patooty, and seems superfluous to me. Although there is an oddly relieving sense of, “Ah, so that’s what it is!” and even though I’m happy that the things going on in my heart are not altogether serious, quite common, and not necessary to medicate, I’m still not very happy to have things wrong with my heart. Neither is my husband. He’s rather freaked out by the whole thing.
Posted on July 24, 2009, in Allergies, Babies, Digestive Woes, Family, Marriage, Medical Stuff, Motherhood, The Dear Hubby, The Kids. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.