July 2nd, as you all know my Father flew in from NY. The last time he saw the kids Molly was only a newborn and Anthony was trying to figure out who this new baby was, lol. The first week of his visit here went rather well. We had a great 4th of July watching the Demolition Derby at our fairgrounds then went to the park for a picnic with my one bestie and her daughter that lives in town. Grandpa taught Anthony how to ride his bike! I was so glad my dad got to have that special moment with him. Anthony was so proud of himself! I'll never forget it. I know it meant the world to my dad as well. And Molly went right for Grandpa. I had concerns that she'd shy away from him because she's weary of new people, but she took right too him and they were best friends. It was enough to make me cry.
I have made a very difficult and important family decision. I am following my head, not my heart. And while this decision isn't what I had wanted, I take comfort in the fact that we have agreed to reevaluate where we are this time next year and go from there.
July 7th, Molly developed a string of high fevers that scared the crap out of me. She was lethargic and listless and just not herself. It's absolutely horrible to see your child in such a state. She was later diagnosed as having Roseola, a viral infection characterized by a run of fevers followed by a distinct looking rash that can spread to cover the whole body. Because she was so grumpy and because we had to keep her inside and cool most of the time, a lot of plans I had made for my father and mother in law's visit here fell to the wayside. And that sucked. We did a lot of sitting around waiting for Molly to feel better and get back to her old self.
You might have to click on the photos to really be able to see the rash.
July 9th, my mother in law flew in from MN. This was her very first time seeing Molly and the last time she saw Anthony was Christmas of '08. And even though Molly being ill and out of sorts for a good chunk of her visit put a damper on a lot of our plans, I know Cathy still had a great time. All that mattered was being here with us and seeing the children. Anthony loved that Grandma slept on the blowup mattress on his floor and would tell him bedtime stories. :)
July 13th, my sister flew in from CA for a short visit. She came up so she could spend my b-day with me and then fly back with my dad when he left on the 18th. It was good to have her here. The kiddos like to play with her.
July 14th I turned 24 years old. We went to this little museum and took a looksie around then headed out to dinner and played a few games at the restaurant's arcade. Later there was chocolate cake that was difficult to eat because my mouth was hurting (which will be explained further down). Sammy got me a Keurig coffee maker and the new Jack Johnson CD. My dad took me shopping at JC Pennys and got me a few things as well as a gift card. My mother in law gave me $100.00 to put towards my next tattoo I've been trying to save up to get. My gal pal who I'm always raving about on here, Lori, was so kind to make me a beautiful necklace and earring set. My BF Jill sent me a card which is proudly displayed on my fridge. And my mother helped me purchase a slide and teeter totter for the kiddos which should be arriving here next week.
July 18th, my dad and mother in law left. The day after that Sammy left for 3 days for a work conference. I went from having a house full of people to just me home alone way out in the boonies with the kids. I felt lonely and depressed.
My wisdom teeth were bothering me again this month and causing me more pain than usual. The I WANT TO DIE kind of pain. It wasn't bad enough Molly was ill for half of the Grandparent's visit, but I had to have horrible mouth pain too. :( I'm all smiles in most of the pics we took this month, but inside I'm screaming in pain! lol So I went into the dentist when my dad was still here and the doc tells me I have all 4 wisdom teeth and I need to see an oral surgeon. I called crying to my mother because I'm just so stressed out and the oral surgeon can't get me in for a consult for another 2 weeks and by then my dad was gone and Sammy can't take much more time off from work. So my mom lovingly drives up from CA to take care of me and the kids. Here's a pic of my Mama with the kiddos.
I went in for my consult on the Friday the 23rd and it's not good news. I've waited far too long and all the wisdom teeth are fully grown. The bottom right one has it's roots curved around a nerve so that one has to stay and be reevaluated at a later date to determine if the risks of taking it out are better than the risks of leaving it in. The others can be removed but it's going to be difficult. Because my mouth is so incredibly small, the teeth have grown more up into my jaw then out into my mouth, damaging my jaw bone. I am at a high risk of breaking my jaw bone if, lets say, I have Molly on my lap and she bumps me. Great.
I was feeling really down and out and needed a pick-me-up so I dyed my hair.
I finally got in to have the 3 wisdom teeth removed this past Friday. Sammy was able to take off work to go with me while my mom stayed home with the kids. Doc said all went well, though it was extremely difficult and thankfully no nerves were nicked in the process. So now here I sit, face swollen like a chipmunk. Still bleeding. Outer left lip and chin still numb. In tons of pain because the pain meds work worth crap. Extremely tired, grumpy and just overall blah. I want to scream!!! You don't want to see a picture of me right now. Trust me.
At least I can be thankful to have my mom here watching the kids for me so I can lay in bed and recover. In fact, that's the only way I'm able to actually get on and write up this blog post. She's off with the kids to the park and I'm on the comp bitching, I mean writing, to ya'll instead of sleeping. :) Hopefully I'll be feeling better soon. I've been pretty down this past month. I really miss my dad and I'm sad he lives all the way in NY and can't see the kids. I'm tired of being in pain. I just want to feel like my happy self again. I could use ya'll in my corner routing for me.
July was a rough month...a little sweet, a little sour.
With love,
Mama Hauck
