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My Life Thus Far
2009-01-18 08:57:05 (UTC)

Pop Music and Tween Giggles

The past few days have been crazy. It's nothing I can't
handle and I'm doing fine. It's just been really easy
getting to sleep at night :)

My precious baby boy got sick for the first time this
week. Earlier in the week Snookums had commented that
Keenan felt kind of warm. At first I thought it was
because he had on a fleece sleeper, but after feeling his
head I noticed he was warmer than usual. As the mother of
three children I know that it's absolutely pointless to
drag a baby with a low grade fever to the doctor, so I
gave him some Tylenol and figured it would resolve itself.
Well, it didn't. Keenan isn't a fussy baby by nature. He
never complained. It wasn't until he was really sick that
he even started exhibiting any signs of illness at all
(other than the fever). To make a long story short, I
spent the better part of two days at Naval Hospital with
him (Thursday and Friday). He had to be catheterized, put
on IV fluids and antibiotics and still they weren't sure
what was causing the fever. He had a secondary infection
in his right ear that ruptured, but even after the fluid
had drained his fever still wasn't going down. It got up
to 104, which is scary. Not even Kiki ever had a
temperature that high. For a minute it was starting to
look like they might not let him come home. We spent 6
hours in the ER. Friday I took him back in to be re-
evaluated after his lab work had come back and it turned
out to be a run-of-the-mill bug. He'll be on Amoxicillin
for 10 days, but that's pretty standard procedure. He's
getting back to normal. He had 6 jars of baby food
today :)

While I was waiting for Keenan's medication at the
pharmacy, I ran into my Aunt Christina. I didn't see her
at first, she saw me. I wish she hadn't. I wasn't really
mentally prepared for her at that moment. I run into her
at least 3 times a year and it never ceases to amaze me
how out of touch she is. I send her pictures of the kids,
cards and letter, yet I never hear from her. She's got my
phone number, my address and e-mail address. Nothing.
Ever. But if I run into her at the hospital, in the
Commissary, at the mall, she always acts like we're this
close-knit family and she'll see me on Sunday for brunch.
Why do I continue to be nice to her? I should turn the
other way and pretend I don't see her, but it's hard to
turn my back on the last shreds of my childhood. She's my
last connection. My youngest cousin was with her at the
hospital, which got me to thinking... In this day and age,
even the Pope has a myspace. So, I typed in my cousin's
name and sure enough, there she was along with my other 3
cousins and a handful of our friends from middle and high
school. I put myself out there and friend requested them,
but I'm not expecting to hear back from any of them or to
be accepted, but if I didn't make the effort, they
certainly wouldn't. I'm curious to know what they think of
me. What my aunt told them (since they were still kids 6
years ago when all that stuff happened). They all live in
the same city as me and I see my cousin Tony in passing
once in awhile. I don't know. I guess I miss the closeness
we once shared.

I got to talk to Snookums yesterday and this morning. The
Stennis pulled into San Diego to pick up it's air wing.
Now they're heading out into the deep, dark Pacific. Both
Snookums and I feel like we're in denial or something.
Neither of us feel like we did last time he left. There
has been no crying, no depression, no unfathomable
sadness. We're both doing alright. I think once we
ascertained that we could survive 6 months apart, this
time around it doesn't seem as daunting. Only 176 days to
go. Piece of cake :)

Annie's having a sleepover tonight. With our babysitter's
9 year old little sister. I ordered them a pizza for
dinner and they popped popcorn and played Sponge Bob Life.
Around 9pm they locked themselves in Annie's room and
turned up the stereo. Snookums bought Annie the latest
Kidz Bop CD before he left. Until about 11pm all I could
hear was pop music and tween giggles. I wasn't allowed to
have sleepovers growing up, but it sounded fun. I have no
interest in living vicariously through my children, but I
do want them to have and do things I didn't have and
couldn't do growing up. I want them to have a happy
childhood...

I'm exhausted. After a day of meticulous cleaning (and I'm
not anywhere near done) I'm ready to sleep now. I haven't
been having a problem in the sleep department the past few
nights. Keeping busy is a good thing. Ciao.




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