We spent the better part of the day at the hospital today. Mama wasn't feeling too good this morning, even throwing up. She called her doctor, and just to be on the safe side, we were told to go to the Labor and Delivery department.
We checked in, got put on a fetal monitor, and after a while and some tests, it was determined that there was nothing wrong with the baby inside, nor with the pregnancy itself. That was a relief.
She was put on an IV to get some fluids inside her since she was purging a lot of fluids, and plans were made to send her down to the ER, since it wasn't really a Labor or Delivery issue anymore.
Once in the ER, she was poked and prodded and plans were made for some blood tests and an ultrasound to make sure it was a problem with the appendix.
Several hours later (doesn't it always take several hours in the ER?), everything was checking in as being in good shape, and the issues she was having was being chalked up to dehydration. The somewhat disconcerting thing that was found was that the cord was wrapped around the baby's neck. Twice. But, since it's still a good 10 weeks or so left before having to slide down the chute, it's ok for now.
We were home by about 6:30 and she took it easy for the rest of the night.
Last Friday, a week ago, I was in the small storage room in the back of the garage finishing up the wiring of RJ45 jacks for our home network. I was well out of the way, out of eye sight, but well within earshot of the kitchen.
My ears picked up the distinctive voice of our cabinet guy. Great, I thought. He was due to come by this week, to "wrap things up" as he put it, and install the shelves and doors of our kitchen cabinets. We've been... waiting... for that.
He spoke to my wife for several minutes about things that I couldn't make out. My assumption was he was working out the logistics of starting the work. But soon, I heard unmistakable signs of his leaving, and I wondered, WTF?
The report I received later was that he ran behind, and he would be back Tuesday, or Thursday for sure, to continue. That's another week. After the extra week he already took.
Today, we're past the point of when he was to have returned. And he hasn't. Even called to tell us what's up.
I'm not sure how old I was before I actually got stung by a bee, that I remember, anyway. Throughout my growing up years, I knew of the threat, of the risk, and was always wary, well, actually scared of bees and what they could reportedly do.
My girl also was wary of bees. Well, alright, scared of bees, though I'm not sure if she completely understood what they could do. Today, she found out firsthand what they can do.
We were moving some boxes back into the house from their storage location under the tarp in the middle of the back yard. She was near by us, just keeping busy and pretending to help. Suddenly, she started acting really scared of a bee that was supposedly buzzing around, one that I didn't see. I looked around intently since she was so adamant there was one near, one that would definitely get her. We tried to console her, like we always do, but she kept crying there was a bee after her.
Mama took over and cuddled her. A minute later, the story changed a bit to say she was actually stung by the bee. We looked for the injury, but found none, though the crying was escalating.
A few minutes later, after more crying and major anxiousness, we looked at the injury site again and saw three little bumps starting to form. Indeed, she got stung. I went out and looked for the bee remnants that would have been involved, and sure enough, saw the culprit crawling around on the ground with half its butt hanging out of its end. I'm not sure, but maybe not the entire stinger dislodged.
It was our girl's first bee sting, so it was time to keep a close watch on the reaction. Allergies run in (half) the family, so we weren't sure what to expect. We sat her down in a small plastic chair the driveway, in the sun to keep warm as it was a chilly day when the wind kicked up.
The bee kept crawling around, not really trying to fly away, but obviously injured. It kept falling over as it crawled, more and more as time when on. It was dying, we explained, as bees do after they discharge their single shot stinger.
I went back to work, moving stuff around, wondering what to do with all this stuff since we still don't have the space nor the organization to handle all our things that want to move back into the house with us. Another five minutes since I last checked on the bee, it was gone. Not a trace. Not sure if it was able to fly away, if a bird picked it up, or the wind kicked up and blew it far beyond sight.
Our girl was well on her way to being her cheerful self again, and as the triple bumps on her wrist grew in size comparable to mosquito bites, they waned quickly enough and were soon barely noticeable. She seems to have been fortunate in that she inherited her dad's strong immune system and so far, a healthy lack of allergies.
I came across this entry in the Utne Blogs. (Disclaimer: I've never before now heard of Utne or know what it's all about.)
The thing that caught my eye was where the blog author says "The problem was that much of the science was backwards. In good science, you start with a piece of evidence and try to find a truth. With creationist science, you start with a truth (the Bible), and try to find the evidence."
Isn't homeschooling similar to what the polygamist sect in Texas was doing? Specifically, they found a place of extreme isolation, rounded up all their people, took them there, and kept them away from anyone else on the "outside" who may plant a seed of doubt or skepticism in their minds.
That's kinda scary, and not exactly what I'd call providing a real education.
Earlier this week, we were on a mission to get the storage container emptied out and cleaned up.
After dinner this past Wednesday, I went out to the container to finish removing the last couple of things that were in there. We did a pretty good job of clearing it out the prior weekend, so there wasn't much, just a few boxes and miscellaneous items like Thule racks and such. Pretty easy.
After I got it all emptied, mostly into the garage which is just now even MORE full, I gave it a good sweep. Not that it really got dirty in there, but it was mostly a lot of dust that coalesced into a thin layer of dirt on the wood floor over the course of the last nine months.
We were expecting the truck to show up some time today to load up the empty metal box and haul it away. But in the morning, after we got tired of waiting, we gave a call to the company to see if there was a timeframe in which we could expect them. Between noon and two, came the answer.
Just minutes before two, the truck showed up, the driver hitched it up and away it went, looking quite small on the back of the flatbed equipped with rails.
Now with both the blue room (the porta-potty) and the container gone, there is very visible progress that we are nearing the end.