tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86195714788471272512024-03-12T20:22:10.509-04:00Painted Lamp PostLife of a crafty mom living in Western Kentucky.Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07342387589806498262noreply@blogger.comBlogger132125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619571478847127251.post-60293836387464753722018-10-10T22:25:00.000-04:002018-10-10T22:25:03.589-04:00Stuck in bed... again<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I could have titled this, "Fibromyalgia Sucks" because that is really what this post is about. I'm in the middle of a fibromyalgia flare-up. I've spent more of the last decade in bed than not. This time I'm having crazy muscle spasms in my back.<br />
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The muscle relaxers pull out the most horrendous parts of my personality. I yell, I'm unreasonable, and I cry. I hate who I am when I use them, so I put off using them until my pain is unbearable. I have to say I've done a good job today with not letting my mouth turn into a monster. I've avoided doing school with the kids or even being in the room with them much though. There is no way I can drive when I take a muscle relaxer, I stumble so much just going down the hall my 7-year-old won't let me carry a drink.<br />
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I cannot imagine getting through one of these flare-ups without my husband and often wonder how single people with fibromyalgia do it. I can barely make myself a cup of coffee without tears from pain streaming down my face. How do they make themselves food? Grocery shopping would be a nightmare. How do they make a living? I haven't been capable of even a very dedicated volunteer position in years.Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07342387589806498262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619571478847127251.post-49532367875084985762015-10-03T23:05:00.000-04:002015-10-29T06:02:49.750-04:00Then, Now, and Yet to Come<br />
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I've used this post to help in the development of an assignment in my 'Psychology of Play' class at Full Sail University. I'm using photos to show how my play has evolved, yet stayed the same through my life and I expect life to continue.</div>
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My son, Ember playing with the computer as a baby at grandma's house.</div>
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I've always been crazy inquisitive (Explorer). I was that weird kid that actually liked doing their homework. From a young age, I've been very interested in technology, trying to figure out how things work, and learning absolutely everything I can. This was very voluntary for me with intense inherent attraction. I would lose all track of time (freedom form time) and never want to leave my "work" (continuation desire).</div>
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Kentucky Changers campers working on a roof this last summer.</div>
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I've ALWAYS liked to build things (artist/Creator and inherent attraction). As a kid, my dad's theory was if your big enough to pick up a tool, your old enough to start using it. I can remember helping him build stuff and work on houses as young as age 3.<br />
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My daughter Anara with my son Cameron<br />
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I always loved taking care of younger children as a kid (director, interpersonal communication). As I got older, I spent a great deal of time babysitting. As a small child when I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, my answer was always, "A mommy."<br />
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My son, Ember climbing a slide.</div>
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I really liked to be outside (naturalist Intelligence) trying to manipulate myself (bodily-kinesthetic intelligence) and the environment to do what I wanted and to see how I could use what was around me to do what I needed/wanted it to do (visual-spatial intelligence, diminished consciousness of self and artist/creator).</div>
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Cameron pretends to be Dr. Who fixing something with his sonic screwdriver. </div>
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I was constantly pretending (apparently purposeless, voluntary, improvisational potential, artist/creator). I was always in charge of my pretend playmates (director, interpersonal intelligence) and that very often included me fixing or creating something.</div>
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Peyton leads the younger kids through the snow.</div>
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I moved all over as a kid (linguistic intelligence). Providing me with constant new environments to explore. I can never remember being sad when I was told I would be moving again (voluntary). I could never get enough of being in a new place, seeing something I'd never seen before, or getting stories form people I'd never met before (explorer, inherent attraction, continuation desire, interpersonal intelligence). I would just lose all track of time and the sun would go down before I even realized I'd missed lunch (freedom from time).</div>
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Ember showing Peyton a very cool pop up book.</div>
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I loved to investigate and share my knowledge (explorer, director, voluntary, inherent attraction, interpersonal intelligence).</div>
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Sania vaccuming and Ember pretending to vacuum.</div>
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I've always loved making things better. By cleaning, decorating, helping people or changing an area in someway (artist/creator, continuation desire, inherent attraction, voluntary, naturalist intelligence.</div>
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How lucky am I to almost always have a house full of my kids' friends and my students (director, apparently purposeless) to have nerf wars with (apparently purposeless)? Any idea how goofy a grown woman looks running after teenagers holding a yellow and orange gun (diminished consciousness of self) for hours at a time (freedom from time, continuation desire)?</div>
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My husband and I recently went on a weekend get away to Atlanta. </div>
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I still love to explore, and I don't even have to pack up my house to get go new places like I did as a kid (joker).</div>
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I am constantly teaching (director) AND learning (explorer). I homeschool my 4 children. I teach bible studies, tutor, and council and teach clients at a crisis pregnancy center (interpersonal intelligence). I am also a student at Full Sail. You cannot teach or be a student without learning.<br />
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Me and my son Ember about a year ago. I have 4 children and it is one of my favorite parts about me. We also seen to have extra children with us and often living with us (like one is now). I've always wanted to be mommy. In almost all forms of play as a child, I included this pretend aspect of me. If I was building, I would pretend my child was building with me like I did with my dad. If I was out side, I very often had a doll with me or a pretend baby. I would even pretend my animals were my kids. Most of my friends growing up saw parenthood as a side note in a chapter of their future lives, but I saw it as what my book was all about. We constantly play.</div>
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I cannot imagine myself without a playful spirit in the future. This is photo taken just after my mother-in-law jumped into a shopping cart (improvisational potential, apparently purposeless, diminished consciousness of self, voluntary, bodily-kinesthetic intelligence, visual-spatial intelligence) with Cameron to get a smile out of him (joker). My mother-in-law is my most impactful role model. She is an amazing woman and I count her as a truly amazing blessing from God.</div>
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My husband and I plan to take our whole family on summer missions with Kentucky Changers (explorer, director, artist/creator, voluntary) when our youngest are just a little bit older. Changers is a Christian summer camp that moves from town to town in Kentucky. They go into impoverished areas and fix homes at no cost to them home owners.</div>
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<br />Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07342387589806498262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619571478847127251.post-4227278890594553582014-08-26T02:44:00.001-04:002014-08-26T02:44:53.286-04:00Getting Back On TrackMy recovery has had a bit of a derailment over the last few weeks. Apparently what we thought was an urinary tract infection was actually a massive infection at the site of my surgery. I'll spare you the gory details, but I was knocked totally back in bed. My doctor said my recovery time table had me looking more like I was at the 2 week mark than the 5 week mark when he saw me. Eeep! I have sooo much to do. To catch up on. I have spent the last week asleep almost the entire time. Yesterday, I really saw things starting to turn around for better though. Today, I am feeling much, much better. Not as well as I was hoping or even expecting to feel 5 1/2 weeks after my surgery, but leaps and bounds better than any day last week. My recovery was timed perfectly for the kids to start back to school today. More on that later.Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07342387589806498262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619571478847127251.post-4891415314196390582014-08-11T03:28:00.000-04:002014-08-11T14:30:29.263-04:00Feeling BlahIt's been 3 weeks and 3 days since my hysterectomy. This last week has been a little harder. I really thought that with as well as I felt the 1st week and the 2nd, I would be even better now. Last weekend things took a slight turn in the opposite direction though. The Thursday before I thought I might be feeling a urinary tract infection (UTI) coming on, which is common after a big surgery. I went in to the doctor's office, they ran a test, and everything came back fine. By Sunday afternoon, I was in so much pain I thought I might pass out. John took me to convenient care and my pulse had dropped to 28 and my blood pressure was a little elevated (my pulse and blood pressure go a bit psycho when I have any kind of infection). That low pulse got me sent straight to the ER... in a wheel chair. My test there for a UTI also came back normal. The ER doctor asked how much water I had been drinking and if I had done things like drink cranberry juice for the UTI. I proceeded to tell her that I had done any and everything I could find online to treat a UTI at home, which I started Thursday morning before going to see my doctor. Then she explained to me that the home remedies I had tried probably killed enough of the bacteria in me to make my urine clean enough not to show signs of a UTI, but the actual infection is in the tissue and home remedies are not strong enough. Often home remedies are just strong enough to mask what is going on when doctors run medical test, but are not generally strong enough to really treat series conditions. My lesson to be learned: No more home remediates for anything bigger than a mosquito bite for this family.<br />
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This week my hormones have also been a little out of whack. I was warned about, and was expecting this. It's made me tired, have hot flashes, and moody. Knowing why I'm having these issues has made it easier though. It takes some women up to 6 months to get the hormone thing sorted after a hysterectomy. My issues don't seem as severe as some of the stories I've heard others talk about, so I'm hoping it won't take quiet that long for me.<br />
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Other family news updates:<br />
-We have had 2 people close to our family pass away in this last month. Austin was 18 and friends with Nia. Will volunteered with the youth. So, it seems to be hitting Nia the hardest. Although, it wasn't a shock when Austin died, he had been very sick for quiet some time, it's hard anytime someone so young dies. Will's death was very unexpected and learning about it was one of those moments when your heart drops to your stomach and you have no words to describe your exact thoughts.<br />
-Cameron and Ember have both been sick with pneumonia this last week. Cameron seems to be all better now. However, although Ember has gotten better, he is still sick but will be back to the doctor tomorrow for a 15 month check up.<br />
-Ember has decided that he will walk on carpet, but not elsewhere. Not on grass or wood floor. Not on linoleum or tile. Maybe it's the lack of softness incase he falls or the missing squishiness between his toes. On carpet, he is only walking now, otherwise he crawls or demands to be carried.<br />
-Our 10 day bathroom renovation is now at the 2 and half month mark and the demo part of job finally got done this week! Hopes are not too high on the bathrooms getting done ever at this point. While the renovation has been going on, we have been living with my mother-in-law. Cameron still throws at least one fit a day about wanting to go home, otherwise the kids seem to have adjusted ok to the situation.<br />
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<br />Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07342387589806498262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619571478847127251.post-48532825001430369312014-08-01T02:35:00.001-04:002014-08-01T02:42:31.902-04:002 Week Post-op UpdateIt's been 2 weeks since my surgery and I can never remember feeling better. Ever. This however, does make it a challenge to stay in bed. I start feeling pain when I've sat up for more than maybe half an hour at a time and I'm finding my daily limit right now is about 2 hours. Pass that amount and I'm not getting out of bed the next day. I was told that I should see a significant difference in this timing in another 2 or 3 weeks. I can also tell when my pain medication has worn off. I'm not in horrendous pain at that point, but I definitely want my next dose. John takes me on short drives about once a day and I can go on short walks.<br />
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What's hard for me right now...<br />
1. My head is having a hard time processing feeling so much better than I have in years, but still needing rest and recover. I still have 6 weeks of recovery before the doctor said I should feel, "like a normal person." I'm really excited about that point in time. When I woke up from surgery, I felt better than I have felt in a long time and each day I get a little better.<br />
2. I hear my babies crying and not being able to fix them and not being an active parent in general. It's tough listening to someone else put Ember to bed every night and listening to him scream about it. Em has gone from only taking a step or two every few days to becoming a toddler that almost always walks in these last two weeks, and I've missed almost every moment of it. Cameron is being completely spoiled and getting away with murder. Cameron has jumped on my stomach twice (really painful, and could have been really serious) so I can't really be alone with him.<br />
3. The girls, I am able to parent a little easier, but it's still tough. I can call for them, and they will come to me, but that's not really the same.<br />
4. John's off work to take care of things at home. He has been able to pick up some side stuff, but it's a lot less money than if he were working his job.<br />
5. Cabin fever.<br />
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What's awesome...<br />
1. I have got more planning done for school this year than I have probably had done communicatively for the last 3 years.<br />
2. I haven't had to cook a thing in 2 weeks, and I won't for another 6. I HATE cooking, but with a family of 6 I spend more time in the kitchen than anywhere else.<br />
3. I've got to watch a lot of TV that I have picked myself. I don't usually get to do that.<br />
4. The most awesome thing is the amount of time I've been able to spend with John just talking.<br />
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<br />Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07342387589806498262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619571478847127251.post-65993039380943663082014-07-23T03:35:00.000-04:002014-08-11T03:36:31.059-04:00Birthday WeekendAnara's and Cameron's birthdays are 2 days a part. We call the day in the middle (the 20th of July) between day. This time of year for the Richard's family is generally a 3 day party event that Anara begins planning before the decorations from the last party are even taken down. This year we ran into several snags for the party-palooza. For starters I had surgery 2 days beforehand. Then there is that thing that we STILL are not back in our house yet. Grandma, daddy, and Nia did a great job at making the weekend fun and special for them though. John and I took Anara out on a mommy-daddy-daughter date the night before my surgery. Nia decorated grandma's house the night before Anara's birthday. Between day was celebrated at Chuck-e-cheese. Anara and Cameron had never been there, and they loved it. Grandma ordered birthday cakes for each of them and made Ember and I a gluten free cake. I was of course not in on much of the birthday action from my bed, but they did bring me cake!Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07342387589806498262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619571478847127251.post-13984191929552854002014-07-18T08:22:00.002-04:002014-07-18T10:59:56.228-04:00Recovery: quick updateIt's almost 7 am and I've been in the hospital for about 24 hours now. I came in yesterday to have a scope done with the possibility of either having a hysterectomy or a nova-sure procedure done. When Dr. Gapp got inside me with a scope he found several endometriosis tumors so the nova-sure option was then out the window. Thankfully the tumors do not appear to cancerous, but did need to come out.<br />
So, my most dreaded part of this whole ordeal is finally hear, the recovery. And I'm feeling a pinch silly for being so worried about it. After as sick as I have been since Ember was born, I finally have some relief. Yesterday after I got to my room (post surgery), my response to John when he asked how I was feeling was, "I realize I've got some big pain killers in me, but I think I feel better now than I have in months." I've allowed to pain killers to wear off and I'm now certain I feel better now than I have in months. As I began to realize how well I was doing was more than just my meds, I started crying tears of joy. So, now my biggest dilemma now is that I'm supposed to be resting and laying around in bed for the next 6 weeks, when for the first time in a long time I actually feel like I want to get out and do things. I do realize that the hormone issues that come along with a complete hysterectomy can be really hard to handle over the coming weeks, but at least the pain is gone and menstrual related migraines. I have a lot more energy today than usual too. My abdomen is obviously score & bloated. <br />
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One of the seriously scary parts of this has been my blood pressure. It has running about 150/105 on medication. It's not an absolute certainty that my blood pressure has been totally hormonal related, but this morning it was 111/69 with no blood pressure medication today and only 1/2 of my blood pressure medication yesterday, so my hopes are high. We are also hoping that my issues with blacking out are gone, but we will only know this with time.<br />
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My recovery time...<br />
My nurse came just came and they will allow me to go home sometime after breakfast. I am not allowed to leave the house or really do anything for the first 2 weeks. My nurse threw in there, especially tending to kids. After this point I can start doing a few things like go out to dinner or maybe to church. After the 4th week, I can build up closer to normal activity. Like fry and egg, but not make a whole meal. After week 6, I can start getting back to normal and week 8 I can resume normal activities. It should be about 6 months before I feel normal according to my doctor. 6 months! That is time frame that had me scared out of whits. If today is any indication on how the next 6 months will, I think I'll be ok.Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07342387589806498262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619571478847127251.post-25302126215270912812014-07-07T23:47:00.002-04:002014-07-07T23:55:36.663-04:00Workout!For the first time in years, um ok so it's been a decade... or almost 2, I hit the gym today and joined in a fitness class. It's been so long since that happened that, the last one I was in was an aerobics class. In fact at the time you had two options for classes; aerobics or a stretch class (we didn't know fancy words like yoga in these parts way back then). And here is the kicker, I was the teacher.<br />
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Fast forward to today's world. Angel, a friend of mine teaches a class called "Devoted Fitness." (You can read Angel's blog, <a href="http://myjourneyto200lb.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">My Journey to 200</a>, <a href="http://myjourneyto200lb.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">here</a>) So, what is devoted fitness? It's a dance class done to praise and worship music with prayer at the end. I have to admit it took more than one invitation to get me into the gym, but they do have free childcare and with John gone this week, I'm dying for adult conversation. Plus with last week's doctor visit, I decided I should do everything I can to get as much weight off as possible before going under the knife next week. Aside from all of that, now that I have actually gone to one class, I'm definitely going back. I had such a great time! I really liked we worked out to praise and worship music, I try to avoid secular music. I also love that we ended with a prayer. And, I have more energy today than I can remember having in months (maybe years). That's saying a lot since the boys decided to take turns playing the keep mommy up all night game last night. I should be moving around today with only the fuel of coffee, but I feel great. I LOVE how working out gives you energy.</div>
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So what happened in my life to get me out of the gym in the first place with no intent of ever entering a fitness class again? As I mentioned I was the teacher. I was in great shape. Most of the people in my classes were also. It really loved having new people in my class, but I had one or two regulars in each class that REALLY didn't appreciate anyone elses efforts to gain good health. Being the instructor, I guess they just felt compelled to tell me about it. So, when I moved away, I just never wanted to be that newbie I guess. </div>
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Then something else happened. A few years passed, a few pounds piled on, and at some point John and I decided to join a gym. I had spent the previous 2 years very ill and mostly in bed, so I was incredibly weak. We had been going to the gym regularly for about 5 or 6 months. I still opted not to take on any classes, but I had gained a good bit of strength and endurance in that time and was feeling rather proud of myself. Then I was using a machine one day and I noticed a trainer kind of staring at me. I thought about my form for a minute wondering if he was going to point out something I was doing wrong. Nope, he came right over to me and started hounding me about how someone my age should be able to handle more weight on the machine. We're talking a 2 or 3 minute mini-lecture here complete with a fat joke. When he finished he asked if I wanted him to add more weight to the machine. I responded telling him I had spent 2 years in bed and the current amount of weight on the machine was really all I could handle. His response, "My bad," with a little chuckle. In the grand scheme of things, not a seriously horrible thing to happen. It was enough to make me not return to that gym. Well, except for a haircut or two, they had and excellent salon that was far away from the trainers.</div>
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I'm determined not to let some jerk's opinion put a roadblock on my path to a healthy lifestyle this go around. If for no other reason, a healthy mommy is a better mommy. I had so much more energy when Nia was a toddler than I do now with the boys. We were always going on hikes, swimming, or playing with some kind of ball outside. I kind of feel like I'm cheating the boys with the lack of activities we do together. I can count on one hand how many times I've done all of those things with Cameron. </div>
Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07342387589806498262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619571478847127251.post-36374368872182719962014-07-03T01:02:00.001-04:002014-07-03T01:02:46.386-04:00Surgery Scheduled Feeling a bit down today. Went in to schedule my surgery today, which thankfully I was able to do (A few weeks ago I went into schedule it and was told I wasn't well enough to do so). Here are the issues I'm looking at though...<br />
The doctor feels a complete hysterectomy is the best option (no arguments here). However, with my current size, a hysterectomy becomes a very difficult procedure to perform. So, the best way to do it is vaginally. Since I recently had a 10 pound baby, the doctor feels this shouldn't be too hard. BUT, it's possible that he won't he able to safely and will only know if it's doable once he gets in there with a scope. He isn't comfortable doing a hysterectomy on me with my size in another way. If he gets in there with a scope and feels it's too challenging to accomplish a vaginal hysterectomy, then he will do a novasure. Novasure cauterizes the inside of the uterus & aids women with extreme bleeding issues. Either way, the bleeding during my periods will either be gone or won't be as bad... all the other issues it may or may not improve. dizziness, blacking out, migraines, cramps, extreme backaches, swelling, crazy weight gain before my period, mood swings, hot/cold flashes, fluctuating blood pressure, those things are only going to go away with my ovaries gone.<br />
The surgery is scheduled for the 17th, we'll see how it goes.Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07342387589806498262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619571478847127251.post-15379448198218133192014-06-24T01:18:00.000-04:002014-06-24T01:19:54.557-04:00Health UpdateSoooo, in the 13 1/2 months since Ember was born, I have been one sick momma. The first few months were the worst. My OB fells, that I just have never gotten over the postpartum preeclampsia and feels that a hysterectomy is the best way to go (there's more to it than that, but that is an explanation in a nutshell). I've had different responses from people about this, some good and some not. My opinion at this point is he can take off an arm if there is a possibility it will get me back to normal. I went in 2 weeks ago to schedule said hysterectomy and was told I was not well enough to schedule it, given some meds, given a suggestion to go back into the hospital (which I declined), and sent to my regular doctor to check in with the following day.<br />
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I'm really stressed this summer, which isn't helping with getting that blood pressure regulated. What's stressing me? 1-Our bathroom floor is caving in and we are living with my mother-in-law while it's being fixed. It was supposed to be finished 2 weeks ago, not started on yet. 2-I have a huge sensitivity to chemicals (like the type used in remodeling houses). nough said there. 3- My mother-in-law has several dozen beautiful lilies in her yard that have a huge emotional attachment to them & I am insanely allergic to. 4- Our finances are in some kind of whirl wind right now. 5- Potty training. 6- Everyone is getting more out of shape no matter how much we try and work at getting in shape. 7- Daily whining and complaining to go home. 8- John is away for a few weeks this summer working with KY Changers. 9- Constant whining for daddy. 10- Nia is away for camp this week and will then join John with Changers. 11- Constant whining for Nia. 12- Anara has a hundred or so places to be all of the time. 13- There is no railing or banister on the stairwell at my mother-in-law's house. 14- I can't leave the boys alone for a second without them breaking something expensive or hurting themselves. 15- My doctor wanted me back in the hospital. I'm trying to take care of 3 kids by myself when a doctor doesn't think I'm well enough to even take care of myself. 16- I'm supposed to have this surgery with a 6 to 8 week recovery time. John has not a single hour of vacation time left. I won't be able to do stairs and have no clue when I can move back into my house. Oh, and who in the heck is going to take care of my 4 kids while I lay in bed for 2 months. Whew! I thought getting that out would make me feel better, but I think typing all that out might just send me into a panic attack.Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07342387589806498262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619571478847127251.post-4476725778253713322014-05-11T00:51:00.001-04:002014-05-11T00:51:29.923-04:00Ember is One!Ember had his first birthday last weekend. I really can't believe how big this boy has gotten over the last year and how much he has changed. It has been a long hard year for our family with moving and illness, but Ember has definitely made hard times filled with happy moments. I really can't remember what our family was like before he was here. He really does complete us.<br />
A few statements about my little mister...<br />
-He is the happiest baby you have ever met.<br />
-He loves his family dearly.<br />
-He never meets a stranger or misses an opportunity to flirt.<br />
-He is truly upset when he sees one of us upset.<br />
-He really tries to be helpful.<br />
-Very laid back and easygoing.<br />
-I am constantly asked, "Is he always this good?" to which the answer is always, "Yes."<br />
-His nicknames are The Doctor and Mister.<br />
-He can say the names of everyone in the family and a few other people also.<br />
-Mommy is his favorite (maybe that is because I am writing this post).<br />
-He seems to enjoy everything.<br />
-He is smart and very observant.<br />
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For his birthday we took him to the corvette museum and Chaney's dairy barn in Bowling Green the day before. Then on Sunday, his actual birthday we had a spur of the moment party. I think most of the best moments in life are the ones that are unplanned. Here are a few pictures from our weekend.<br />
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Em LOVED this wagon, we decided we should get one. It would make the quarter mile trek to and from grandma's house just a pinch easier some days.</div>
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New Toys! He got the getting on this one ok, but it took a while to get him to go down. He still isn't fully convinced that this is the intention of the toy.</div>
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<br />Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07342387589806498262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619571478847127251.post-83593011261719855992014-04-30T14:16:00.002-04:002014-04-30T14:20:07.718-04:00Laundry For 6!With the number in our family we have had piles of laundry up to eyeballs on more than one occasion. We have tried several different methods to keep up with it, and have had many different types of bins and contraptions. The problem with sorter bins is that they are way too small for our family size. We have tried sorting into several different baskets, takes up too much room. So, what do we do.<br />
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1. Well, my first tip on getting clothes clean and back where they belong is stop folding. I picked up this tip from <a href="http://biblicalhomemaking.blogspot.com/2013/10/homemaking-hack-10-best-laundry-secret.html" target="_blank">Mandy over at Biblical Homemaking</a>. Once you get over the initial shock, you'll probably realize as I did that folding clothes is a big time killer and a waste of time at that. One trip by your husband or 7 year old into that drawer of nicely folded shorts is going to turn it into one jumbled pile anyway. No one has ever seemed to noticed that my kids pants did not come from a neatly folded stack. And trust me, my friends and family are the type to point it out. Not in the 'Oh look how sloppy' way, but in the, 'is everything ok, you need some help way.'<br />
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2. The washing. Each bedroom in our house has a basket. Only clothes that are stored in that room go into that basket. Each basket is done on separate days and I wash the whole basket before I begin sorting through the clean clothes. This makes putting away clothes much easier.<br />
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3. Putting things away. I separate clothes for drawers into piles and hang up shirts. With the exception of Anara's clothes, her clothing is usually hung up in outfits. A new room doesn't get started until the last room is put away. I throw in a load of towels as needed. I have a small basket sitting on top of the machine to separate out white clothes (I despise white clothing, so we don't have a lot of it!)<br />
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4. Socks. This one is a little trickier. No one in our house seems to be able to get many of their socks into their hamper, so when I do a load of towels I go around the house and collect socks. All clean socks go into this basket below which has a tendency to move around the house a bit. Each person also has a sock drawer or bucket in their room for socks that do make it into their dirty clothes basket. I do fold those socks as they come out (or I just throw them into the pink basket with the rest of the clean socks). The pink basket of socks gets folded together every 2 or 3 months, when there are just so many pairs of unmatched socks it takes over a minute to find a set. I highly encourage sandals in our house. I just recently matched socks in the pink basket, so I'm not planning to do it again until sandal season is over.<br />
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5. Products. We have made our own in the past and loved it, but my theme this year has been to do what saves me time. So, we use free and clear everything because it can be used for everyone and on everything. Our household cleaner (made from essential oils) makes the best pretreater ever. If it's not handy, I use detergent.<br />
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This is by no means fool proof, but it works for the most part for me. When my teenager wants to get out of doing her laundry, you'll find plenty of it in her little sister's basket and vice versa. This method does still seem to drive John a little nuts, but again it works for me.Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07342387589806498262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619571478847127251.post-8289795077031186542014-04-20T00:58:00.001-04:002014-04-20T01:09:15.632-04:00A few photos<br />
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Hi folks, hope you have a great Easter! Here are a few of my favorite photos from the last few months. This first one was taken tonight. John took Nia and a friend to the see the new Captain America movie, so Anara and I decided to have a mommy daughter date here at home. I'm getting into a lot more photos now days since I upgraded my phone. Hello selfies!<br />
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I thought our nails turned out fairly fabulous, if I do say so myself.</div>
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Ember playing in the yard. This kid loves the wide open spaces. His siblings still haven't realized they may wander through the entire yard, but this kid sure has.</div>
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Anara reading to Cameron! It's really awesome how Cameron loves for Anara to read to him. She wouldn't have had the confidence to do this just a few months ago. I'm so proud of my girl!</div>
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Proud of herself and enjoying the rewards of the hard work that allowed her to finish her reading curriculum for the year.</div>
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Ahhh, sibling sharing. This scene may have only lasted 90 seconds, but I'm thrilled to have captured this sweet moment.</div>
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Anara finishing the last story in her reading curriculum for the year!</div>
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Look how big my baby boy is getting! Our table was filled with beautiful girls this day because of an extended spring break sleep over. Let me tell you, this little mister is a serious flirt and was in heaven for the 4 day span our house was filled with these lovely ladies... and he really likes mommy's spaghetti squash and peas to boot.</div>
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I love my geeky girl! The irony of this photo is that the movie being advertised (The Nightmare Before Christmas) on the shirt (one of her favorites) she is wearing is the first movie I saw in theaters without an adult present.</div>
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Anara is always willing to pose for a selfie with mommy! She is my biggest cuddle bug lately. This is new role for her, it the past she was more of a long hug, but no extended cuddles type of girl. I have to say, I'm liking the new role.</div>
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No one ever realizes that Cam's curls actually do come from John because John does his hair daily. With this pic, there is no denying what gene pool those lovely locks are derived from.</div>
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The number of day's that I get to cuddle with Em as he nurses his bottle are quickly disappearing. I've always made sure he was being held while eating. My logic is that milk glands are attached high up on our bodies so that we must hold babies while they eats, or maybe that's just my excuse to constantly hold my babies. At any rate, with Ember almost off his bottle I ALWAYS make sure I am the one that gets to hold him while he is eating. I love, Love, LOVE these moments! That scratch under his eye happened when his brother hugged him. We have no idea what caused the scratch. We searched high and low for the offending item with no luck.</div>
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My Cammie boy sleeping on mommy. Ya' know this guy has slept on me more than all three of the others combined. As you can tell by the photo, I'm absolutely loving it! So, I may have lost countless nights of sleep with this guy. I cherish every one of them. Cam is a total daddy's boy, but when it comes to anything sleep related, he want's his mommy.</div>
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A selfie John took when he stole my phone on a date night.</div>
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Cameron's first selfie! He posed and everything. You have to give it to him, this kid has swagger!</div>
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John, and I took Ann to the doctor one Saturday Morning for a back injury she incurred while trying to sled while standing up.</div>
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I thought this was the cutest little scene. Ok, so maybe I should have been mad that Cam dumped out all of my buttons and was at my sewing desk in general (he knows it's off limits), but this was soooo adorable I couldn't do anything but smile. Just some sore and bruised muscles, all is well.</div>
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I have never seen this much snow in our town. ever. in. my. life. I have never seen anyone sled in our town. I knew one kid growing up that owned snow boots, she had moved here from Alaska. So, I really didn't think these boots that had been purchased on clearance at the end of the season last year in Ohio would get any use when we decided to move nor would this sled Anara insisted we keep. Well, I was wrong. The property our house sits one has a perfect little sledding hill also. I thought this picture captured my little Anara's personality perfectly!</div>
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This one is from our last trip to Cincinnati. Cam and I broke away from the rest of the family for a little while and he really enjoyed his play time with these frogs at the Newport Aquarium. </div>
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My little Mister learning how to cruise around the couch.</div>
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<br />Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07342387589806498262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619571478847127251.post-51617260024066612232014-04-02T01:29:00.000-04:002014-04-02T01:47:03.998-04:00Some Answers!I had a very good doctor's appointment today! Through very valued opinions I received from friends and people that read my blog and by a little research I have done, I came up with about half a dozen things all or several of my symptoms could point to (you can read about that <a href="http://paintedlamppost.blogspot.com/2014/03/back-to-hospital.html" target="_blank">here</a>). My regular doctor was able to eliminate all but two of them through some of the many test that have been run on me over the last few months. What I was left with on that list are premenstrual dysphoric disorder (also called PMDD) and a handful of different types of migraines including Menstruation Related Migrans. Since the only possibilities from my findings that were left were menstruation related, I was sent to a gynecologist that agreed all my symptoms could very well be caused by a hormonal issue and we have a plan to get things set straight. I still have appointments with other specialist, but I really feel like we are on the right track.Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07342387589806498262noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619571478847127251.post-91834210400425782692014-03-29T00:46:00.000-04:002014-03-29T00:46:22.426-04:00Ahhh, Alone TimeSo it's almost midnight and I only get a few minutes of it, but I LOVE my alone time. John is out picking up Nia from a girls night with the church youth group and the other children are asleep. Alone time is a precious commodity around this house and I actually think I'm the only person in our family that seems to need or want alone time. When I steal away a few moments to myself, I'm generally quizzed with questions like 'what's wrong?' and 'is everything ok?'<br />
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I grew up as an only child so until I had my own first child I got as much alone time as person would need. It wasn't until about 5 or 6 years ago that I even began to use the phrase 'alone time' or realize that I needed it. It was at this time that time when I began to have less of it. I had just become a full time stay-at-home mom, and shortly after started homeschooling our oldest daughter. Threw the last few years I've tried different ways to squeeze it into the daily routine, but it just doesn't generally workout the way I envision it in my head. I have been known to hide in the car with a book on occasion, but someone always comes to the garage looking for me asking if I'm ok.<br />
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Before family life, I was that person that would eat in restaurants or go to movies all by myself. I absolutely love to shop, but not with other people... I don't see the point in shopping with other people. I know shopping in small groups is a time honored girl tradition, but I just don't get it.<br />
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So, what you do to get in a pinch of alone time?Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07342387589806498262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619571478847127251.post-79989621044629020992014-03-18T20:25:00.000-04:002014-03-21T13:06:58.500-04:00Back To The HospitalI started to write this post from my room at a sleep clinic after being released from the hospital that morning. I woke up Sunday feeling like poop and with blue lips. John's response to my blue lips were, "We are going to the emergency room." I didn't argue or resist, even I realize that a person shouldn't have blue lips. After being put into a little curtained room at the ER, my husband told my nurse I had passed out the night before. I hadn't even realized I had done this. Later I found out that he and Nia have been observing me blacking out for a few seconds at a time since December. What! Why haven't I realized I have losing seconds at a time for last 3 months?<br />
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So, lets have a little recap for people that don't generally read my blog. In December I was hospitalized for passing out, my blood pressure and pulse rate erratically and quickly going high and low, being absolutely exhausted (unable to get out of bed exhausted), being incoherent, and dizziness. This wasn't something totally new, I have had it happen before. Several times actually in the last 5 years. Before when it happened, I was always pregnant (in the last 5 years I have given birth to 2 amazing little boys and have had 2 miscarriages). I was always told it was just one of those weird pregnancy things and would go away when I was no longer pregnant. It has never been constant. It will go away for weeks or months and when it comes back may last a few seconds or (like in December) a few weeks. I am not however pregnant now (I was not pregnant in December nor have I been that way since) and since December I've had more time feeling crummy than feeling normal. In January my primary care physician (a new doctor for me because of moving in the fall) told me my blood pressure and heart rate issues are being caused by the muscles in my heart spasming, which is caused by fibromyalgia (I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia about 7 years ago). The good news is I finally have a doctor that realizes my fibromyalgia is key in figuring out my health. However, I don't know what to do about what's going on. I can't do many normal, everyday things if I'm prone to passing out at the drop of a hat. Not being able to safely pick up my baby or drive kind of puts a huge damper on my life.<br />
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Where are we at now. With the blue lips and blacking out, the doctors are thinking this might be more than a little fibromyalgia flare up. While in the hospital I had every possible test known to man run on my heart. Everything with my heart looks great. A cat scan was run to check for bleeding in my brain. Cat scan looked fabulous. I didn't leave the hospital feeling any better or with any answers again this time, but I did leave with a very distinct plan from my doctor. This is good, it's not something we have had when leaving the hospital before. Also, no one is trying to explain it away with the excuse of pregnancy. What's the plan? Well, my doctor wants to see what the results of the sleep test look like and is considering referring me to a neurologist. Depending on how that goes we will then look at the endocrine system. These test are expensive, time consuming, and not fun. So instead of doing them all at once, we are going system by system. Putting the most important systems for life at the top of the list.<br />
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I'm putting a complete list of my symptoms below. If anyone has a clue or slight feeling at what's going on with me, I would love to hear from you.<br />
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None of the following are present all of the time, I go weeks without any of them.<br />
-Dizziness<br />
-Vision: sometimes I see spots or a halo around my vision field<br />
-Shaking<br />
-Poor gate: I feel like I'm about to fall over<br />
-Pulse and blood pressure jumps around<br />
-Irregular heartbeat- this is almost always present<br />
-Headache<br />
-Light headed<br />
-Memory loss/confusion<br />
-Blacking out<br />
-Extreme exhaustion<br />
-About once a month I have a night of insomnia<br />
-Crankiness: I get really grouchy when I'm not feeling well<br />
-Mood swings: also when not feeling well<br />
-Numbness on one side of face<br />
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-For the last 5 or 6 months everything has gotten a lot worse about 5 or 6 days before my period starts. January and February the symptoms lasted 2 days and then diminished. I might mention here this is when my periods seem to have become regular again after having Ember in May.<br />
-I always have these symptoms just before catching any other kind of illness. Example: If my entire family catches a stomach virus. The day before I feel any effects of the stomach virus, I have most if not all of the above symptoms. This has always been worse than the actual illness that follows.<br />
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I'm home now and I've experienced all of the symptoms for most of the day. They are not as bad today though.<br />
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<br />Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07342387589806498262noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619571478847127251.post-21637667070549991772014-03-16T00:26:00.001-04:002014-03-17T21:12:47.766-04:00Heart Update<br />
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<span class="s1">update on March 17, 2014: So, I spent last night in the hospital... again. I was there for about 30 hours and have been told they have now run every test on my heart they can and my heart is fine. I'll write a new post telling a little more about the visit.</span></div>
Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07342387589806498262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619571478847127251.post-52098683177611844592014-03-14T04:08:00.003-04:002014-03-14T04:08:53.936-04:00Things I Recommend For Toddlers...I will start by saying I have not been paid or am I affiliated with any of the below listed products or their companies. They are just things I like and thought you might also.<br />
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First up is the app <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/app/endless-alphabet/id591626572?mt=8" target="_blank">Endless Alphabet</a> which can be found <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/app/endless-alphabet/id591626572?mt=8" target="_blank">here</a>. The price is $6.99.<br />
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It is a rarity that I would recommend an app, especially one for a toddler. It is also an extreme rarity that I would pay 7 bucks for an app. In the 5 years our family has owned an iPad, I can remember exactly 4 apps that have cost this much or more that we have purchased. However, after playing this app for a couple of weeks, Cameron (age 2), has begun sounding out words that he encounters without prompting. Yes folks, this app has gotten my 2 year old to start reading words. Not by memorizing the shape of the word, but by using phonics. He hasn't picked up a book and tried to read it or anything that crazy, but if there is something he sees with a label on it that he wants, he has been sounding it out so he can tell us he wants it. He has done 5 words outside of the ones in the app so far for me.</div>
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And the next item is a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mommys-Helper-Contoured-Cushie-Step/dp/B000AV5LZ8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1394784312&sr=8-1&keywords=mommy%27s+helper+potty" target="_blank">Mommy's Helper Step Up</a> potty seat found <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mommys-Helper-Contoured-Cushie-Step/dp/B000AV5LZ8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1394784312&sr=8-1&keywords=mommy%27s+helper+potty" target="_blank">here</a> on amazon for $23.45.</div>
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This has made not only potty time easier for us, but maneuvering in our small bathroom much less hazardous. It folds up, leans against the wall, and takes up much less space than a step stool and potty seat combo or the traditional little potty seat. The handles give Cameron a sense of stability. I would always have to help him hop down to his stool with the seat we had before this one. One warning though, you have to get it on properly. Notice in the picture above how the toilet seat is raised, if you don't do this the child seat can slip off with the child on it. Nothing worse than falling half naked from a any height when there is pee or poo involve. I would think that could be a definite potty training set back. </div>
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And my final item is <a href="http://www.amazon.com/First-Years-Ounce-Insulated-Pattern/dp/B000F7M82G/ref=sr_1_31?ie=UTF8&qid=1394783460&sr=8-31&keywords=sippy+cups" target="_blank">The First Years Insulated Sippy Cup</a> found <a href="http://www.amazon.com/First-Years-Ounce-Insulated-Pattern/dp/B000F7M82G/ref=sr_1_31?ie=UTF8&qid=1394783460&sr=8-31&keywords=sippy+cups" target="_blank">here</a> 2 for $6.99.</div>
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<br />Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07342387589806498262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619571478847127251.post-22510194315497632672014-01-17T13:48:00.000-05:002014-01-17T13:50:34.542-05:00My Recent Hospital VisitLast month I spent a little time in the hospital. I was admitted after going to the E.R. for chest pains and a rapidly fluctuating blood pressure, along with dizziness, blackouts, and memory loss. After a zillion test came back normal and seeing several doctors, I was sent home and told to stop taking my vitamins until I was able to follow up with a primary care physician. I got home and felt worse and worse.<br />
So, what was going on... <br />
When I finally got in to see a primary care physician (I hadn't chosen one since moving in the fall), he thankfully knew exactly what was going on. In a nutshell, I was having a fibromyalgia flare up in the form of muscle spasms in the muscles that surround my heart.<br />
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I have fibromyalgia (this is not new, I've had it for a long time). People with fibromyalgia do not process nutrients properly and their bodies over react to things that their bodies sense as toxic. I take vitamins and avoid certain things to manage this. The muscle spasms started because I didn't have enough of somethings (vitamin and mineral type things) and a toxin was introduce to my system. The rest of the symptoms were either caused by the muscle spasms or what was causing the muscle spasms. I didn't realize this was a fibromyalgia flare up because I usually have an immense amount of pain when I have a flare up. Other than the chest pain, I wasn't having any pain at all. When I stopped taking my vitamins my symptoms got worse because I was becoming more and more depleted of the vitamins that were already low.<br />
The treatment for all this was to go back on my vitamins. Yesterday, I had been home from the hospital for exactly one month and I'm happy to report it was the first day I felt like a fully functioning human again.<br />
<br />Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07342387589806498262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619571478847127251.post-83796660170417549042014-01-09T01:08:00.000-05:002014-01-09T01:08:39.946-05:00Getting ThereI've lost 10 pounds!! So I still have about 10 to go before I am the weight I was when we moved back to our hometown just months ago, then what feels like a billion more before I hit my goal weight, but it's a start. A good start actually. The first 5 happened after leaving my brief hospital stay last month. I wasn't 'trying' very hard then, just kind of watching what I was eating more. This last week I have really been working at it. I Picked up the <a href="https://www.loseit.com/#Home" target="_blank">LoseIt</a> app (this is not a paid advertisement) and I have to tell ya, it's really been a God send. I've watched my mom do a thousand diets that I know I could NEVER keep up with. I personally did L.A. Weight Lose many years ago and found it to be horrifically challenging and expensive to do everything the right way. I've tried counting carbs and a handful of fad diets in the past. This seems much easier than any of that. Although I'm just in my first week of using it, so it could be new diet euphoria going on at this point.<div>
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Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07342387589806498262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619571478847127251.post-27702681419334984882014-01-02T00:25:00.000-05:002014-01-02T00:25:03.655-05:00A Family ResolutionI'm not generally someone that is into making New Year resolutions, however this year John and I decided to make one (a really big one actually) for the whole family. We are changing the way we eat and making it a definite priority to get active. So what exactly are we changing...<br />
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We have decided to only eat 'real food' for starters. If you're not familiar with the term, <a href="http://www.100daysofrealfood.com/2013/04/19/how-to-talk-kids-about-real-food/" target="_blank">here</a> is a great blog post on how to explain it to kids. I think it is also a great way to explain it to adults. Basically, eating real food is totally passing up food dyes, high fructose corn syrup, hydrogenated oils, fast food, and unnatural preservatives. Also, eat minimum amounts of food with with white flour, sugar, and rice. We are adding anything deep fried and pork to the list of things to totally avoid. So what does that leave us... fruits, vegetables, whole grains (including nuts and beans), lean meats, and seafood. John and I are also using the app/web site <a href="https://www.loseit.com/#Home" target="_blank">lose it</a>. We are also doing work out videos and planning to purchase an elliptical machine. We are looking at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005OU4E62/?tag=vglnk-c880-20" target="_blank">this one</a>.<br />
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Why are we doing it...<br />
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For starters, we probably were eating a little healthier than many families out there. Well, until we moved back home (to our hometown in KY). There are several factors here that have contributed to our nutrition falling into a downward spiral these last few months, but here are the top excuses I can think of: we have been busier than ever before, eating out is a little cheaper here, our parents are here and take us out to eat regularly, our parents also frequently bring yummy junk food to the house, the girls have outgrown their gluten issues (making up for lost time on those gluten loaded goodies), and southern baptist don't seem to do anything without food. We went to a Vineyard church in Columbus, Church met 1/4 as often and food was a special event type of thing. Baptist meet much more often, for longer periods, and there is almost always food.<br />
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Adding to this is the fact that we are barely moving. I guess all of those steps between parking lots/garages and buildings that are kind of far away add up. In small towns, parking is right next to the door just about everywhere you go. There was also walking to get the mail, walking to take trash out, well you get the picture. We have a great yard, but the kids don't seem to know what to do with themselves off of a sidewalk (we are working on this one). So, we are making it a point to move, move, move!<br />
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Another big motivator has been a few recent issues with my heart. Heart issues are not new to me, they have just changed a bit here recently. Healthier lifestyle + lower weight = healthier heart for this momma. We are not exactly sure what is going on at this point, I had a brief hospital stay just before Christmas. I have a doctor's appointment is in about 14 hours, prayers for answers and a quick and easy treatment are welcome.<br />
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1. First fill with equal amounts of water into 2 of the glasses. </div>
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3. Arrange the glasses (as above) with the 2 liquid filled glasses on the sides of the empty glass.</div>
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Up to the picture above this project went fairly quickly. Well, within a few minutes at least. This is where the girls and I kind of lost interest and wandered off. A few hours later (when I went back into the kitchen to make dinner), I noticed all the water levels were equal. </div>
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<br />Crystalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07342387589806498262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8619571478847127251.post-53466420535247091242013-11-29T00:51:00.001-05:002014-11-30T23:03:34.716-05:00Essential Oils: Eucalyptus <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Eucalyptus essential oil is one oil that my family uses a good bit of... mostly because I use it sometimes in making a cleaning/hand sanitizing spray (<a href="http://paintedlamppost.blogspot.com/2013/11/essential-oils-cleaning-and-sanitizing.html" target="_blank">click here for the recipe</a>). I originally purchased this oil because someone told me it was really good at clearing up a cough. My heart does somersaults when I take cold medicine, so I was seeking an alternative before the next a cold hit me. A few drops of this oil on the bottom of the feet is like magic (usually, but not for every cold) when it comes to getting rid of a cough. Currently our family is getting over a cold. Because of the side effects of cough medicines, I really like using the eucalyptus oil for cough (if a medicine makes my heart do somersaults, I really don't want to give it to my kids). Also, if I hear one of my little angels coughing at 2 a.m. I can put it on their feet without even waking them up.<br />
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One of my favorite things to experience with my babies is watching them find a favorite toy. In my experience, it usually isn't something I would expect them to even notice. Ember has recently chosen his favorite, it's the little book he is grabbing above. We have had this particular item since Anara was a baby and Ember is the first baby to pay much attention to it. It makes a very crinkly sound when you touch it and it is fairly soft. </div>
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Cameron's favorite toy as a baby was this blue dog, it is extremely soft and has a satin belly. He loved to give this dog kisses. He also had a bear of about the same size and color that he would happily take if the dog wasn't in front of him.</div>
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Anara is like her momma, finds it hard to chose a favorite with so many choices. Although, there were two she was really fond of. One was a cat that rattled, Ember sleeps with this toy now and loves it also. Anara's other favorite was a tiny, white lamb. Anara was most in love with taggie blankies though. She has only stopped sleeping with one a few months ago. </div>
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Sania's favorite baby toy was actually not a toy at all. It is a Christmas tree ornament that somehow managed to make it's way into the basket of baby toys. It is a stuffed Tigger that we still hang on the tree every year. She would carry it around by it's string. As Nia got just a little older, she fell in complete and total love with Sherbet, a tye-dye Ty bennie buddy (like a beenie baby, but bigger) bear. She had to rub the ribbon on his neck to get to sleep and carried it around for about a year. When the ribbon wore out she switched to a cat by the same company... you can still find Kitty laying her bed everyday of the week.</div>
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In our faith, parents dedicate their children to the Lord. During this time we promise to raise our child as a Christian and teach him about the Lord. The church prayed over Ember also promised to aid us in raising and teaching him during the dedication.</div>
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Here are a few photos from our day.</div>
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This was the photo we used today for our church bulletin. Not bad for a photo shoot we did with John's iphone! Em is always, always smiling, but this day it actually took over an hour to get a single giggle out of him. </div>
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This one and the next were taken by our friend Katie. She takes really fabulous photos. You should really go over to <a href="http://www.katiewrightphotography.org/blog/" target="_blank">this site</a> and see some of them. She didn't even realize we would be up there today until we got on stage. Thankfully, she was quick and was able to snap a few shots.</div>
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This and the next were taken by Nia. I have to say, she has a good camera eye also.</div>
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This is the whole family, my parents are in the middle and John's mom is on the end. My dad went and got the boys outfits for them yesterday.</div>
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Here we were waiting to be seated for lunch, I just thought these were cute shots. </div>
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