One hell of a week
Last Saturday, Jason, Asher and I flew to Washington D.C. to go the funeral of our good friends' baby. After going full term and then some, he never got to take a breath on his own. The funeral was monday, and went as well as a funeral can go I suppose. The parents were very strong, and I'm so impressed and proud of them. I hated having to leave, but we had to hurry home for Tuesday.
My mom stayed here at our house, along with Miriam. She's 2 now, and just old enough to know that something sad was going on, but not old enough to understand. She also has hit a very shy stage, and likes to have everything her way, immediately (we are working on that). So Jason and I decided it would be easier for everyone if she just stayed home and got special time with her Bubbie and Zaydie. Dad also stayed here, as he has for the last few weeks since being released from the hospital.
Tuesday, I took Jason to the oral surgeon's to have all four of his wisdom teeth pulled. The surgery itself took about 45 minutes. It turned out there was a lot of infection back there, and as the doctor put it "it was messy". The anesthesia made Jason really funny, and he took direction very well, which was nice for a bit.
However, the bleeding didn't stop the way it should have. After a few hours of constant, continuous, copious bleeding, I called the doctor's office again, and they had us go back in. They gave him two more stitches, and Jason finally clotted, after losing about 2 pints of blood.
We came home, and I got Jason to drink a bit of milkshake, and managed to keep him conscious until the fear of actually losing him passed.
He's still incredibly weak and tired - mostly due to the blood loss.
Wednesday he slept most of the day. I drove dad to and from physical therapy, took care of the kids, and don't remember much else from during the day. My sister came over after work to pick dad up and take him for the evening, as she does every Wednesday, and I was able to convince her to stay here, watch both wounded men, and my kids. I picked mom up, and she and I went for margaritas and then hit Stitch n Bitch.
Thursday is a blur of taking care of the guys, the kids, and the house.
Friday Jason tried to work from home, which really overdid it for him. He was exhausted. Everyone came over for Shabbat dinner. Mom made her famous stuffed cabbage, My sister made mashed potatoes and brownies, and I baked challah during the day. We woke Jason and made him come to the table for Shabbat dinner.
Tonight is Asher's first birthday party, as tomorrow is his actual birthday, and Purim (a fun Jewish holiday involving costumes, noise makers, and getting drunk).
So yeah, I'm a little tired. ;)
My mom stayed here at our house, along with Miriam. She's 2 now, and just old enough to know that something sad was going on, but not old enough to understand. She also has hit a very shy stage, and likes to have everything her way, immediately (we are working on that). So Jason and I decided it would be easier for everyone if she just stayed home and got special time with her Bubbie and Zaydie. Dad also stayed here, as he has for the last few weeks since being released from the hospital.
Tuesday, I took Jason to the oral surgeon's to have all four of his wisdom teeth pulled. The surgery itself took about 45 minutes. It turned out there was a lot of infection back there, and as the doctor put it "it was messy". The anesthesia made Jason really funny, and he took direction very well, which was nice for a bit.
However, the bleeding didn't stop the way it should have. After a few hours of constant, continuous, copious bleeding, I called the doctor's office again, and they had us go back in. They gave him two more stitches, and Jason finally clotted, after losing about 2 pints of blood.
We came home, and I got Jason to drink a bit of milkshake, and managed to keep him conscious until the fear of actually losing him passed.
He's still incredibly weak and tired - mostly due to the blood loss.
Wednesday he slept most of the day. I drove dad to and from physical therapy, took care of the kids, and don't remember much else from during the day. My sister came over after work to pick dad up and take him for the evening, as she does every Wednesday, and I was able to convince her to stay here, watch both wounded men, and my kids. I picked mom up, and she and I went for margaritas and then hit Stitch n Bitch.
Thursday is a blur of taking care of the guys, the kids, and the house.
Friday Jason tried to work from home, which really overdid it for him. He was exhausted. Everyone came over for Shabbat dinner. Mom made her famous stuffed cabbage, My sister made mashed potatoes and brownies, and I baked challah during the day. We woke Jason and made him come to the table for Shabbat dinner.
Tonight is Asher's first birthday party, as tomorrow is his actual birthday, and Purim (a fun Jewish holiday involving costumes, noise makers, and getting drunk).
So yeah, I'm a little tired. ;)