I have wanted to blog for sometime now but the truth is I really haven't felt like it. For the past two weeks I have had some belly pain with everything I ate. It all lead up to one horrible, scary moment that sent me to the E.R and left me at the mercy of morons.
Now, I am one who is very "in tune" with my body and what it needs and what it doesn't like and what is going on. I am a busy mom of three so I soon found my days, weeks and even months filled up with fast food. Lots of grease and very little greens. My body went into shock. I was needing some vitamins some minerals..........heck it just needed a grease free meal. You know, one you prepare and don't eat out of a brown paper bag while switching lanes and breaking up a fight in the back seat about "who stole my fries"
After I had my three babies, I developed several food allergies. With my first born it was, "surprise you can't eat wheat anymore!!!" How did I find this out??? Trial and error. Then I was in denial. So I would sneak some here and there. Eat some macaroni here. Eat some toast there. Very soon it caught up with me. Had some belly pains, couldn't lose any weight no matter how hard I tried. My joints started hurting. I even found myself depressed from time to time. I couldn't move most mornings. I became and 80 year old woman with a one year old daughter. There is a reason that elder women cannot have babies.........."Oh now honey you just wait a minute and mommy is going to mix up her Metamucil and be right with you. Now where did I put that bengay??"
As soon as I got myself off of wheat I was feeling good. Then I became prego again and all rules went out the window. Anything was fair game!!! I ate and ate and ate. Then I had my son. Now all of the sudden I am allergic to eggs. Now eggs were one thing that when I figured it out, I was NEVER touching them again. My stomach would literally, physically try to break them down to digest them. It was a pain like I have never felt before. A pain, that when I had it, my husband would have to come home and tend to the kids because I was doubled over!!! I could, however, still have eggs if they where baked into things. So I went back to my old ways of eating. Denying my "wheat allergy" and eating all that I wanted to.
In the midst of all of this I started feeling bad again and started to pray to God that if He would just allow me to lose some weight then I would have the confidence that I would need to sing in front of a crowd. Now how crazy is it to bow your head in prayer saying grace over a donut..."Dear Lord, bless this food to the nourishment of my body.........." Even God is up in heaven going........."Nourishment???? Is she kidding me right now?????"
So here came baby number three............guess what.........my dairy days were over!!! Oh man, wheat, dairy, and eggs..........whatever!!! I am getting some lactaide and eating a brownie..........."dear Lord bless this brownie to the nourishment of my body" God is now hitting His head against the wall!!!!
So then what happened............I ate what I wanted to , asked God to help me lose weight and fight the cravings. Now , have you ever heard the phrase "careful what you pray for"??? Because next thing that I know, after an endless amount of take out food and quick meals of hot dogs and mac n cheese, I was in the back of an ambulance with all signs and symptoms of a heart attack. Chest pains, vomiting, numbness in my arm. I thought to myself while waiting on the ambulance to arrive ....."this can't be it.....God can't be done with me yet.......I didn't get to do anything great....." on my way to the hospital the pain in my chest would come and go and they told me it sounded more like a hiatal hernia....to which I replied....."yes I have one of those but it has NEVER done this before!!!"
I arrive at "po-dunk emergency care" where Dr. Doogie Howser looks at me, did an ultra sound on my heart. When I told him that I have never had that level of pain before he replied with .."ohh now..." Oh snap I know he didn't just go there. I said, "listen to me, I have had three 9 lb babies, three c-sections, my abdomen full of infection, and my gall bladder and appendix removed and I am telling you I have NEVER had this LEVEL of pain before!!!" So Doogie decided our conversation was over and he sent me home. Well they were a big help. Can we take some blood, possibly a metabolic screening. Maybe an x-ray wouldn't hurt since I felt like my whole entire stomach is in my chest enabling me to breathe correctly. But no!! They went with , well her heart is fine, send her home method.
That was all on a Friday. So I spent the whole weekend eating liquids because I was NOT going to do that again anytime soon!!! Even the liquids where hurting my stomach. On Monday I find myself at the Mercy of yet another moron. My Dr. Yes i really think he should have retired several years ago, because now you have to come to him. He is too overweight and in too poor of health to come to the patients rooms. So now you come to him. He poked at my stomach and said "you need to watch your fat intake" ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?????????!!!!!!
I could see where this wasn't going. So it was time for me to take control of myself. If that is the best that the medical field could do with me, it was time for me to step in. I took a stupid test at the hospital to figure all of this out. I have yet to hear back from them or my Dr concerning the blood test that were taken.
Time for Dr. MOM to step in . So i am now able to face reality and realize that I canNOT eat anything I want to. I did have to morn over this. I had to say goodbye to all processed foods, all cakes and candies, anything with wheat or gluten in it, anything with eggs in it and all dairy. I have even had to say goodbye to my morning coffee. I have been doing this for almost a week now. I am 10 lbs down and I feel.................hungry.........but that isn't the point right now. The point is that with all of the fruits and veggies I have eaten I feel like my body has gotten rid of all the toxins that have built up over the years and I do have more energy and even my skin is starting to look better.
That was a long story to bring you to my final point (because I do have one) ..............oh yes.........My point is. You know your body better than anyone. Your Creator knows your body better than you. If you want to be in better health then ask God to show you how to do that..........and if I may make a suggestion........you should listen to Him and do what He says because if you don't He is going to get your attention sooner or later...........and it wont be fun ...........or cheep!!!!!
Friday, October 28, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
It's potty time you can do it I know!!!
Hello again. As many have already heard the news of the day is my three year old is potty trained!!!!!!! Go ahead stick your head outside. Do you hear that???? That is the sound of one HAPPY momma!!! Of course now we start the journey of "night time training" which is a whole new ball game. But let's back up for a minute shall we?? Lets recap the " journey to the potty" as I like to call it.
Now I am a girl. I come from a family of girls. My first born was a girl. Do you see where I am going with this??? I had no clue where to even begin on potty training a boy. I mean I was probably confusing him even more by saying things like "sit down, now stand up, no now you need to sit down, now stand up , now aim and fire!!!" Until the "aim and fire" it was kind of like being in church....... So I thought back to my daughter. Then I had to slow down and think for a little bit So I started to ask myself questions like, "now what are some similar goals that we have here that we had for our daughter. Well we want him out of diapers!! That is a good goal, lets start with that. Now how do we do that? We tell him to put it in the potty!!!" This was going really well until i realized what I was about to tell my son to do. "Son we don't want you wearing diapers anymore and we want you to put it in the potty!!" Back to the drawing board......because with two of my three still in diapers, I can't afford a plumber to come fish out a diaper out of our toilet because i was not blunt enough to tell my son just "WHAT" we wanted him to put in the potty. So again I had to collect my thoughts. So we want him to use the potty. Well now we should tell him just what you are suppose to do on that potty. Now you must understand my son. I like to refer to him as buckwheat from time to time.
He likes to take his time with everything, and
when he is in the middle of doing what he was told to do he...well had already forgotten what he was suppose to do to begin with. When asked to do something like "Please go get your P.J's" he replies "otay" then later it gets quiet so I go to check up on him and he is sitting on his floor naked playing with blocks. I mean I would have thought by now he would be wondering why he was naked to begin with , but this didn't seem to bother him. Not to mention the fact that his vocabulary level is just a tad bit behind. So this makes it difficult when he needs to tell me that "he has to go" and I say "what??? I don't understa......... oh i see now..........yea ..........okay lets go change your pants"
So how do you take this beautiful child with these little challenges and try to potty train him. Well will tell you how..........we have a few motto's around here and one of them is "If you can't figure out how to do it..........Elmo can!!" That's right Elmo!! I love Elmo just as much as any other mom (and I will let you figure out just what that means) but that is not the point. The point is that this little furry thing that has been three and a half years old now for the past 20 plus years gets more respect in my house than me most of the time. I can tell him until I am red in the face what goes in the potty but it isn't gold until Elmo says it!!
So I put him in front of the television we watch the d.v.d of Elmo going on and on and on and on about the potty. Singing these little songs "it's potty time gotta get down low, it's potty time you can do it I know" and "Accidents happen( that's what they say) Accidents happen. They happen night or day" So then Elmo even goes into what are the words for "what goes in the potty" My son chose to hang on to the word "poo pa" and "pee pee" Before long we were going through Kroger's as my son was singing about "potty time" and calling everything "poo pa" I figured we were ready. He knows the song, he knows what we put in the potty, lets get some big boy underwear and do this!!! So we get his choice of underwear and he chose "toy story " underwear. "Here we go son. Lets put on your woody underpants and you tell me when you have to go pee pee, okay??" and he replies with "ooootay" Everything is going good until i hear my son say "somebody poisoned the water hole!!" He had an "accident" and that is how he chose to tell me. Well he finally figured out the pee pee part so now we have conquer the "poo pa" part.....Now I know that Elmo said "accidents happen" but I think that there should be a time frame from the point were we call it an "accident" to the point were we just call it "too lazy to quit playing with your toys and go to the bathroom" We offered him everything. I told him I would take him roller skating. I would buy him ice cream. We would go out together and buy a toy. At this point I was willing put a down payment on McDonalds for him if he would just figure it out!!!
Today FINALLY it all just clicked for him. I'm not sure on this but I think that I heard the angles in heaven rejoicing with me!! So I said "lets go get a blizzard from Dairy Queen!!!, Mommy is soooo proud of you!!!" to which he replied...."no mommy i want a sucker" ...............well at least that part was easier than I thought it was going to be........................
So my advice to the potty training mommas out there..............ELMO!!!
Now I am a girl. I come from a family of girls. My first born was a girl. Do you see where I am going with this??? I had no clue where to even begin on potty training a boy. I mean I was probably confusing him even more by saying things like "sit down, now stand up, no now you need to sit down, now stand up , now aim and fire!!!" Until the "aim and fire" it was kind of like being in church....... So I thought back to my daughter. Then I had to slow down and think for a little bit So I started to ask myself questions like, "now what are some similar goals that we have here that we had for our daughter. Well we want him out of diapers!! That is a good goal, lets start with that. Now how do we do that? We tell him to put it in the potty!!!" This was going really well until i realized what I was about to tell my son to do. "Son we don't want you wearing diapers anymore and we want you to put it in the potty!!" Back to the drawing board......because with two of my three still in diapers, I can't afford a plumber to come fish out a diaper out of our toilet because i was not blunt enough to tell my son just "WHAT" we wanted him to put in the potty. So again I had to collect my thoughts. So we want him to use the potty. Well now we should tell him just what you are suppose to do on that potty. Now you must understand my son. I like to refer to him as buckwheat from time to time.
He likes to take his time with everything, and
when he is in the middle of doing what he was told to do he...well had already forgotten what he was suppose to do to begin with. When asked to do something like "Please go get your P.J's" he replies "otay" then later it gets quiet so I go to check up on him and he is sitting on his floor naked playing with blocks. I mean I would have thought by now he would be wondering why he was naked to begin with , but this didn't seem to bother him. Not to mention the fact that his vocabulary level is just a tad bit behind. So this makes it difficult when he needs to tell me that "he has to go" and I say "what??? I don't understa......... oh i see now..........yea ..........okay lets go change your pants"
So how do you take this beautiful child with these little challenges and try to potty train him. Well will tell you how..........we have a few motto's around here and one of them is "If you can't figure out how to do it..........Elmo can!!" That's right Elmo!! I love Elmo just as much as any other mom (and I will let you figure out just what that means) but that is not the point. The point is that this little furry thing that has been three and a half years old now for the past 20 plus years gets more respect in my house than me most of the time. I can tell him until I am red in the face what goes in the potty but it isn't gold until Elmo says it!!
So I put him in front of the television we watch the d.v.d of Elmo going on and on and on and on about the potty. Singing these little songs "it's potty time gotta get down low, it's potty time you can do it I know" and "Accidents happen( that's what they say) Accidents happen. They happen night or day" So then Elmo even goes into what are the words for "what goes in the potty" My son chose to hang on to the word "poo pa" and "pee pee" Before long we were going through Kroger's as my son was singing about "potty time" and calling everything "poo pa" I figured we were ready. He knows the song, he knows what we put in the potty, lets get some big boy underwear and do this!!! So we get his choice of underwear and he chose "toy story " underwear. "Here we go son. Lets put on your woody underpants and you tell me when you have to go pee pee, okay??" and he replies with "ooootay" Everything is going good until i hear my son say "somebody poisoned the water hole!!" He had an "accident" and that is how he chose to tell me. Well he finally figured out the pee pee part so now we have conquer the "poo pa" part.....Now I know that Elmo said "accidents happen" but I think that there should be a time frame from the point were we call it an "accident" to the point were we just call it "too lazy to quit playing with your toys and go to the bathroom" We offered him everything. I told him I would take him roller skating. I would buy him ice cream. We would go out together and buy a toy. At this point I was willing put a down payment on McDonalds for him if he would just figure it out!!!
Today FINALLY it all just clicked for him. I'm not sure on this but I think that I heard the angles in heaven rejoicing with me!! So I said "lets go get a blizzard from Dairy Queen!!!, Mommy is soooo proud of you!!!" to which he replied...."no mommy i want a sucker" ...............well at least that part was easier than I thought it was going to be........................
So my advice to the potty training mommas out there..............ELMO!!!
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