can't i just have a NORMAL visit to the hospital?

Okay, so Sebby had to go to Urgent care the other night. He's fine. Onto the more important story of that night.


I had to call my big brother Matt up to give Sebby and I a ride to Urgent Care since Mike was working.

Under Dr orders I am not to lift over 10lbs for another 2 weeks so Matt carried Sebby's carseat around for me. Once we arrived at UC, Matt sat down and got Sebs out of his seat and he was fussing a bit. So I was registering Sebby and Matt asks across the room when the last time I fed him was. I informed him that it was probably time for another bottle and Matt, the seasoned veteran of bottling formula, prepared and began to feed Sebby while I answered a slew of questions about what Sebby's problem was that night. After 20 questions, I joined my bro and my baby in the waiting room.


Remember a few blogs ago when I mentioned that it pays off to have a baby if you hate waiting around? Ding ding ding it worked again!!! Since Sebby eas having breathing issues at home, we skipped the hour and 45 minute wait and were called right in!!!


So Matt carried Sebby back again for me. We were in triage answering more questions when a nurse poked her head in the door. Her eyes darted back and forth between Matt and myself before she finally singled me out and whispered "Your husband Mike is here.". And she got another peak at Matt before mouthing the words "Is it okay if he comes back here?"


I gave her what I am sure to be a look almost as confused as hers and replied "why wouldn't it be okay for my husband to come back here?"

And with that, she said okay and Mike strolled in a few moments later and took his son from my brother.

Now you probably already see where this was going. I, in a state of maternal shock was oblivious to any funny business that was unraveling so I will continue and share Mike's side of the story.


After traveling roughly 45 minutes from Muscavegas to D-port, Mike briskly entered the UC waiting room and went to the check in desk and stated "Hi, my wife and son are here. I believe they may have just been taken back?".

A nurse and the receptionist looked at Mike, then each other, then in the direction of the triage office, then back to Mike. One of them that had the brain that they were sharing for the day spoke up and said "what was your name again?"

"Mike Jones"


"And you are her...?"


"Husband."


And at that point one of them went back and awkwardly tried to send a message to me in a 4x5 room that she must have expected no one else to hear.

Once she returned, she hesitantly said,

"Oh-kay, you can follow me back to triage.". And she looked at the other nurse who apparently had the look on her face of a cow staring at an oncoming train. It finally clicked for Mike and he shouted out"He's my brother in law!"


A wave of relief came over the pair of scrub wearers and one of them gladly opened the door to triage for Mike.


The next thing the nurse says to me is:

"Oh I was so confused! I thought we were going to have a domestic!"

If you have ever met or seen my husband, you would agree with this lady that obviously my husband MUST work out just to prepare for his random street fights that break out because he is one angry looking individual. And he's angry because stargate SG-1 was cancelled a few years ago and he hasn't found a healthy way to deal with this devastation.


Or on the other hand, my brother Matt isn't exactly small, but his lenten diet hasn't given him the energy it would require to snap Mike's tibia. Seriously. He gave up meats and processed foods for lent. Gross.


So anyway, this nurse goes off about how weird it is that my brother was taking care of my kid and that her brother would NEVER do that for her and she doesn't want him to. Well good for you lady.


I am very blessed to have such a supportive family that I can lean on in my time of need, but please people. Don't confuse us with those nasty people on Springer that do unspeakable things with each other. We ain't THAT close!

Genesis Hilton

So, I've been in the hospital since last Wednesday, March 2nd, 2011.  (thats two thousand and eleven because I don't give a crap)

Apparently a side effect of pregnancy is gall stones in my gallbladder.  And a side effect of gallstones is if you stay in the hospital for 5 days they won't feed you.  Thats right.  I am limited to ice chips, yellow or green jello, chicken broth, popsicles, hot tea, grape juice or apple juice.  Which when you haven't eaten in 5 days you may think to yourself "Hm, that sounds like a buffet!" 

But everytime one of the teenage food deliverers enters my room i just hold my hand up and say no.  I don't want it.   I am so fricking hungry that if I can't have what I want, I won't eat anything at all.  Maybe its to show my doctors just how whiny I can be.  Maybe its because it all sounds so disgusting.  "We won't feed you food, but here is all this sugar and salt! Bon Appetite!'   Gross.  Seriously.  I don't know ANYONE that specifically makes yellow jello just to eat it.

My surgery is scheduled for Monday March 7th.  I want to go home sooooo bad.  I don't wish this on my worst enemy.  I've been reduced to watching the same reruns of the Jersey Shore, ABC Family, I think I watched the last 15 minutes of Aladdin today, and just endless channel surfing which reassures a previous blog. I think you're dumb if you pay for cable tv.

They offer me a free paper every morning.  I don't read it.

I know they are trying to make my stay here as nice as possible but honestly, when I come to a hospital I just want to be miserable.  I don't want to enjoy this.  I am already trying to make the best of a bad situation.  But this situation is awful.

I can't care for my son.  I don't even want him here.  A hospital isn't a place for a 13 week old.  My family has all be pitching in to help out which is nice but I still find a way to make it bad.  I wish it was me caring for him.  He has been on formula for the past week because I can't feed him and it really makes me angry everytime I see him and he gets fatter everyday from all the fillers they put in formula.  His cheeks are sooo  pudgy.  His baby fat curls itself around his pacifier.  He wasn't like that when I was caring for him.  My husband tells me that his diapers are absolutely horrendous.  He smells awful too. 

I know this is the whiniest blog ever but like I tell everyone that has been visiting.  I just sit here all day and stew.  I do nothing.  I wait.  I watch the clock.  I sip juice.  I think about how much this sucks.  I talk to nurses that come in.  They always offer to bring me ice chips but you can only pretend its water flavored ice cream for so long.

So I'll end this rant now.  I'm tired of whining but I can't stop.  Facebook is lame.

wants to eats fewds

Okay. So I'm laid up in the hospital. They won't let me eat anything until after my surgery. So I haven't eaten anything since tuesday night. Here is a list I have compiled of things I want to eat.

Macaroni and cheese
Chocolate custard
Spaghetti and meatballs and garlic bread
Tacos
Popcorn
Chips and salsa
Mashed potatoes and gravy
Bread
Peanut butter and jelly sandwich
Ramen
California rolls
Vietnamese eggrolls
Butterburger and fries
Crispy chicken sandwich with lots of mayo
Cookies
Hungry hobo
Uuughh soo hungry.

Until then I will just pretend my ice chips are what I really want.