Happy one month Sara Bear!!! We love you!
This weekend has been full of family, friends and blessings- one Priesthood blessing in particular though. Sunday, March 2nd, 2008, Sara Belle Goodman was given a name and a blessing by her wonderful, spiritual, and oh-so-handsome father. Ross's parents came out from California to be here for the special event, and we were really happy to see them. Ross and I both agree we just don't get to see them enough. Hopefully our financial status will continue to change so that we can afford to make it out there more often. . .
Anyway, Saturday night was spent preparing our apartment to accomodate all of Sara's adoring fans. Our little place is not really condusive to entertaining, but we were all family and friends, so we didn't mind getting . . . close :) When I finally got to bed after getting all the food ready and putting Emma and Sara down, I wasn't feeling too good, but I just assumed it was the taxation of the day setting in. We had spent a long and enjoyable day with Grandma and Grandpa Goodman, and all the Russell cousins. We had a great lunch at the Golden Coral, and some good conversation back at Jim and Melissa's house. I am really happy to see how much Emma comes out of her shell now when she plays with her cousins. She is so shy!
By the time we got home, Emma was more than ready for her nap, but convincing her of this was more of a challenge than we were up to. We spent the evening with a grumpy Emma and a hungry Sara- lots of crying. Sara's appetite stayed strong throughout the night, so when I wasn't feeling too hot in the morning, I again assumed it had to do with exhaustion, and I set about getting the kids and Ross ready for church. (No, I don't actually have to dress Ross- but I do have to spend about an hour prodding him to start getting ready. For some reason, he still thinks that it only takes him 10 minutes to get ready even though I have proved to him numerous times that this just isn't the case.) It wasn't until I sat down in the pew at the church that I realized that my under-the-weather symptoms were really the first signs of a bladder infection. As I bent down to get Emma's sippy-cup out of the diaper bag, I felt that stabbing pain in the lower-right abdomen that I have become all too familiar with.
Let me explain. I got my first infection when I was about 12. I told my mom that I thought I had appendicitis and showed her where I was feeling an acute pain. I was really scared and wanted to go to the doctor because I had just read a book about a girl whose appendix ruptured causing a massive infection to spread throughout her body and subsequently kill her. My mom told me that she thought it was just a bladder infection and told me to drink a lot of water for the rest of the day, and promised that if the pain did not go away by the next day, she would take me in. Well- the hydration worked like a charm. I continued to get 2-3 of these little infections a year, and was always able to drown them away with water and cranberry juice- up until I was 19. When I was engaged and working as an EFY counselor, I got a really bad infection. I knew what it was and really tried to make it go away, but I think the lack of sleep that accompanies the posisiton of an EFY counselor made it impossible for me to heal correctly. I ended up with a kidney infection that had to be combatted with some antibiotics. After this, the only other time I was not able to get rid of one on my own was when I was pregnant with Emma. Then I got pregnant with Sara and things changed. I got 5 of them during my pregnancy. 3 of them I drowned away. The 4th landed me in the hospital for 2 nights with a severe infection in both kidneys. When I left the hospital, they put me on a powerful antibiotic called Keflex for a month, and then a less powerful antibiotic called Macrobid for the duration of the pregnancy when the Keflex ran out. One week after switching off the Keflex I got another one (while on the antibiotic!) so they put me on a smaller dosage of the Keflex for the duration. The Keflex ran out last week- so my bosom buddy came running on back.
Well, that was an incredibly long way for me to say that I was in a lot of pain that day, and I knew exactly what it was. After the meeting, I rushed home and took one of the pain pills that I was prescribed for after the C-Section, and tried to muddle through the day as pleasantly as I could. It really was nice to have so many friends and family here- we don't get many visitors, and I have missed being able to chat with adults without having to deal with Emma. Her cousins and Aunt Dana kept her marvelously distracted, and I didn't ever have to hold Sara until she was hungry.
After everyone left, and we cleaned up a bit, we dropped Emma off with Aunt Dana so that we could go to the hospital to get another prescription. My doctor was not too happy with this development. He figured all the infections during this year had been pregnancy related- but as most of you know- I am not pregnant anymore (yay!). He thinks I may have some kind of obstruction that is causing this chronic condition. He wrote out a prescription for Keflex again, and gave me a reccommendation for a Urologist, so we will see what happens.
Kudos to those of you who made it this far on a rambling post with no pictures!! I will have some fun pictures of our weekend as soon as the camera battery charges. I will also add more details of Sara's special day that aren't so me-oriented. Who knew I was so ego-centric? Oh- Ross says he did- anyone else care to join the ranks of people who I am currently scowling at in my mind? :)
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