My blessed-with-cuteness-and-he's-lucky-cause-he's-killing-me son. He is better today. The doctor called this afternoon to check on him and inform us that suprisingly his strep test came back positive. They had done all kinds of tests yesterday, including an EKG, blood glucose, pulse, strep etc... So, the strep explains the fever, which explains the seizure.
I am pretty confident that the two seizures he had were a result of a spiking fever and not much more. It certainly fits with the description the ER doc gave us in May when he had the first. John is a bit more concerned, because his mother had a heart condition and seizures. We're not sure if one was related to the other, but she died 8 years ago so we can't ask her. We're still waiting to hear from our pediatrician.
You know, the doctor kept reminding me of how benign a febrile seizure is and yeah, I get that. BUT, but, but, it is literally the scariest thing I have ever seen in my life. Nothing compares to it. He was blue. He was not breathing. Had it not been for a fireman who happened to be waiting to see the non-present doctor, I would have completely lost it. He totally took over and Thank God he did. I was a mess.
In any cause, my buddy is doing better tonight. I am top of the tylenol and advil and now antibiotics. I don't think I could stand to watch that happen again.
I tried to deny it. Turning 30. It snuck up on me anyway. We're having a kick-ass party and I am really looking forward to that, but I just can't wrap my head around the fact that I will be 30 in two days. They're playing stuff I listened to in high school as "Vintage Tracks" (curse those assholes in radio!). I saw "Sixteen Candles" in a box at a store marked 'Get your vintage favourites now on DVD!".
What is up with that?
Now, I know that the fact that I have four children and I'm living in the burbs with a minivan should make me feel older than dirt. Insert unclever cliche here, like "age is just a number" and "you're only as old as you feel". But listen, age isn't just a number. I can clearly remember my Mom's thirtieth birthday and she was old.
Thirty is gonna be great. I have no doubt. I'll get over this pretty quickly. Once I've had a bit of tequila Thursday night, you could call me Cougar and I wouldn't care less. Just do me a favour and have a drink for me Thursday night, or at least a drink for Canada on her birthday on Friday!
I'm having a little ink done Thursday to mark the occasion. I'll post pics.
***It's really hard for me to pull off saying "ink" isn't it? I sound like such a complete asshole poser in my head.
Alex had another seizure yesterday. This time in my presence and thankfully while in the medical clinic.
When John said it was the scariest moment of his life, he wasn't kidding. I never ever want to experience that again. However, by all accounts, I most likely will.
John is talking to our pediatrician, now retired, but still seeing some patients, to see if he can see Alex to rule out other problems.
Scary Scary Shit.
You know when you have a day so bad you can just sit there and itemize each bad thing. I've had those. They suck. Today was a day totally opposite of that.
From beginning to now everything has gone right. I married a man with a giant horseshoe up his ass, so I've been lucky by proxy. Having him with me today, proved that.
The day started with us getting ready for a 1:30pm showing. We were ahead of schedule (totally unheard of right there) and the agent called to ask if we could handle one from 12pm - 1pm as well. Why, sure! AND, while she was on asking about that, could we have one tomorrow from 2:30pm to 3:30pm too? Uh. YEAH.
The first couple was early, at 11:30am, but we were ready. An added bonus was being able to tell that agent that since we had another showing after, could they leave the lights on. Nice to put a little fire under their asses.
Off we trot. Got some coffee. Now, it's about a bazillion degrees Celsius here today and the AC in my van has not worked all summer. The warranty on it expired in March (it's a 2002) and I was very fearful of having it fixed and being stuck with a very big bill. Not to mention I have been so busy lately I haven't had the time to take it in.
We drove around for about an hour and realizing we were just a couple of minutes from the dealership, we couldn't take anymore. We drove in where the service guy said no one could fix it till Monday. Our faces dropped and Meghan actually cried saying "It's just so hot in here!" Being a very very nice man, he called up the shop supervisor to ask if he could take a look. He did. He popped the hood and asked if we could wait a half hour while he checked it out. We did.
We got a call a few minutes later saying it was the somethingorother and it would take 3.5hours to fix, BUT (big but), they might be able to warranty it!
AND THEY DID.
We went out to lunch, sat around, waited ... 2.5 hours later it was ready, the AC was ice cold and it was all FREE. FREE. FREE!
On a lark I asked the shop supervisor how much it would have cost had he not been able to warranty it and he said "Oh, about $800." Knock me over with a feather.
Sure enough, on our work order record it said "Customer requests Good Will repair. 3 times GM purchaser since 1999. Warranty only 3 months past. Low KMs. Vehicle to come back for trade in Sept 05." YEEFREAKINGHAW!
But wait - Our day gets better!
From there we headed to Costco. On the way John pulled into Future Shop to pick up my birthday present. A brand new Kodak EasyShare camera to replace the one he hijacked from me!
Off we go to Costco, where we got a fantastic parking spot and were in and out in under one hour on a Saturday afternoon. Stopped to get an Iced Cap and got larges for the price of mediums.
On the way home our agent called again! Couple #2 from today loved the house and are coming tomorrow from 4pm-5pm and are bringing their parents! Parents are usually a good sign. We brought both of ours to buy this one. They're a young professional couple (and this house totally suits that demographic) and they want to come back and if their parents approve make a cash offer tomorrow night!
I just don't know if I can take anymore. Now watch there be some sort of crazy bidding war on my house and it go for $20K above asking.
Okay, probably not. Even John is not that lucky!
(Oh and the 100 posts in the title refers to this being my 100th post on Typepad)
John has been a pseudo 9-5er for about 3 months now. He goes off to the farm, where we're moving to, because that is where we moved the business (to have the basement clean for selling the house). He comes home for dinner or we meet at various soccer fields around town.
He was a work at home Dad for 3 years, so I admit I was a bit excited to have him gone for the day. Some days he was constantly in my face. I found myself missing him. And dude, when you've been married for 9 years, a good dose of missing is a good thing.
I guess I was only thinking of myself because our kids are beside themselves with how much they miss their Dad. It breaks my heart! Alex and Meghan only know a Dad who is always home. Kristyn and Erin only know a Dad who is always there when they get home from school. They would get off the bus and head right to the basement to see him.
Alex is at the stage where Daddy is rapidly replacing Mommy as the fan favourite. Every morning, the first thing he does is look out his bedroom window and says "Dada home?" looking for John's van. If the van is still here he runs down the stairs and yells out "Dada home!" They hang out until it's time for John to leave and at that point Alex has a fit of rage that Dada is leaving. When John gets out the doors (with snot all over his legs from Alex burying his face there), Alex runs to the front window and watches and waves as John drives off.
A few weeks ago John called from his cell at the corner and he said that we have to get out to the farm ASAP after school is over. Seeing his buddy standing there and waving brought tears to his eyes.
Crap. I hate it when I feel all selfish! He's right.
Our move is scheduled for the week of July 4. Our house has not yet sold. We've lowered the price, but won't lower it again. John's father is going to move in here and rent from us until it sells. So we'll be doing a house switch. The perfect solution to having to carry two houses.
...and that means I don't have to get all freaked out about the fact that I have yet to pack a single box!
I love my postman. He brings me good packages. Yesterday he brought me some books and CDs. One of which was The Very Best of Prince. The kids and I have been listening to it non-stop since.
Remember 1999? Remember these lyrics?
"They say two thousand zero, zero, party over,
Oops, out of time!
So tonight I'm gonna party like it's 1999!
20 some years ago (when I was, let's say, 10), I imagined that in the actual 1999 we would be singing those lyrics in a futuristic building, our hover cars parked outside and eating very small food (and that would be very sad).
I don't know where you were on NYE 1999, but I was asleep on the couch, woke up at 12:05am, realized the world had not come to an end and went to bed.
When we were 12 years old, my best friend and I used to sit in her basement and plan our lives. We would pour over the I*kea catalogue and plan our apartment. The apartment would, of course, be kick ass, as would our fabulous lives. Our careers of choice were always different, though I can't remember what they were. My ass was a good deal smaller.
Huh. Funny how things turn out. The only I*kea stuff in this house was given to us as I am now married to a man who has a fundamental hate for the stuff. I live in the suburbs. I have four kids. I coach soccer. I worry about how much money is in the bank. I've complained that there are too many stat holidays in Canada for which we have to give someone the day off. A night alone watching a movie is a welcome break.
A trendy bar is not the best place in the World. It's snuggling into the most awesome smelling neck and kissing some serious toddler fat and hearing a giggle.
It's cool to be a grown up.
Most days. (You know I had to add that in there!)
Do you have "the shelf" in your house?
It's where we put all of the things Alex manages to find around this house. The things that are dangerous, messy or loud. The shelf is in the basement and is almost full. I should throw some stuff out.
Let's see ... What do we have on this shelf now?**
Not a bad haul for a two year old. I kid you not when I say that every time he looks up at that shelf he says "No No No No." and shakes his head.
** I was gonna take photos of the shelf, but John has hijacked my camera!