It's going to get better.

It has been a while since I last posted... But wasn't intentional. Life seems to throw me curve balls when I am reaching the point of being organized. Usually it's just that something on a vehicle needs fixed, or one of the kids draws all over the walls so I have to re-paint. This time is quite different, though... I wouldn't have stopped blogging if it would have been as simple as that.


For a few years now (just over 2 1/2), I have been having severe upper abdominal pains. Going to the doctor and the emergency room revealed nothing but me being told that they can't figure out what is wrong with me, or that I have IBS (though I have none of the symptoms). Recently, though, the pains have been getting worse, and I really started to worry about the possibility of having severe pains when my husband is at work and I am at home with the kids. The pains are so excruciating that I can barely function, so taking care of the kids would be like trying to cut quartz with a butter knife. I thank God that I have only had minor episodes while my husband has been at work.


I finally gave in and decided to try a new doctor, hoping that they would be able to find something that the others couldn't. I had many tests run before... Mainly x-rays and blood tests, though. When I went to the new doctor and told her about my problems, she sent me to get an ultrasound the next day. After I had the ultrasound, I was told that I would get a call from my doctor the next day, when my results would be ready. I didn't expect to get a call from the hospital the same night, giving me the number to a surgeon because I have multiple gallstones, and need to have my gallbladder removed. 


I have to call tomorrow to schedule my surgery. I am thankful that I finally know what is wrong, and that the pain will finally be gone after a minor surgery. I am still nervous, though... Being put under so I don't know what is going on and being cut open are two things that just don't sit right in my mind.


I keep reminding myself, though, that this is the best thing for me to do... For my family (so I can take care of my kids and not have to worry about pains), and for my health. It's going to be difficult for me, but I am putting my faith in God that He will bring me through safely, and thanking Him that I finally know what is wrong.


I had better get to bed now... I'm still in quite a bit of pain from the tech having to press into my side fairly hard while she was doing the ultrasound, and I am tired from all of the stress (and the fact that my youngest kept me up until 3 am last night). I hope that everyone has a great night, and an even better tomorrow.

A productive day

The kids take their school work very seriously.

Really, they do.

They are always completely focused on their work.

And they never goof off.

Especially not because Mommy just grabbed the camera.

We did manage to get a lot of work done tonight, but we made sure to take some extra goof-off breaks because I was so tired, and because the kids were so full of energy. They do really well for their ages... They can work for about an hour before they get fidgety and need to take a break. 

All in all, today was a good day.

I managed to get cleaning done while the kids were awake (and it stayed clean).

I didn't get burned by the "grease" popping when I cooked bacon.

The toy box was only dumped out in one spot on the floor, rather than the contents being strewn all over the house.

The kids went to sleep fairly easily.

And it looks like I may be able to get near a full night of sleep tonight.

Well, one can hope.