I have been remiss in posting lately. Partly because I've been busy and partially because I've discovered the joys of myspace. If anyone has a myspace account and wants to be my friend send me an email and I'll let you know what my page address is.
Mom's doing ok. She's having trouble with depression I think. I think people are so supportive when you go into the hospital and then right after you come out but a few weeks down the road all the phone calls die down and you're left on your own. I think we moved out prematurely and I feel guilty about that. That air mattress was sapping the energy out of me though. I had to take mom to the ER on Saturday. It's a long story. The visiting nurses found out that they couldn't come out because the insurance hadn't approved more visits. Apparently they found this out on Wednesday. When they didn't come on Thanksgiving we called and they said "Oops, you got left off the schedule." They came on Friday and then on Saturday they called and said "We can't come out because there are no more visits approved." Then they said that I could pack the wound and dress it for mom. I told them that I could dress it but I could not pack it or I would probably pass out. Then the nurse said that from what she heard the wound looked like, she thought that mom should go to the ER because it could be infected. When I told her that I thought it was pretty convenient that all of a sudden she needed to go to the ER when they couldn't come because of insurance problems. No one had even mentioned calling the doctor the day before. I also said that if I had known that a trip to the ER was likely I could have asked my DH to stay home from fishing to watch my 3.5 month old premature twins so that they wouldn't have to be exposed to the viruses and other cooties at the ER. Then she told me that I probably should call 911 to transport mom because of blah blah blah (I couldn't get what she was talking about). So I called our amazing friends from church who have watched the kids for us so much lately and they said come on over. The ER gave mom IV antibiotics and then sent her home with a prescription for more antibiotics. Today she goes to the surgeon to have them check it out again.
The kids are doing well. The babies are still mostly sleeping. If they aren't awake to eat then they are asleep. They are 14 weeks old but I guess they are still really only six weeks old technically. Jack is a really amazing big brother. He runs to give them hugs and kisses and he worries when they cry (most of the time-he is still only 3). The other night he woke up when I was feeding Erica and the Megan was crying. He got out a couple of toys and covered Megan with a "taggie" blanket and put a baby doll next to her. He said that she probably wanted to play with him. He says "Oh baby. I'm right here." in his cute little high pitched voice meant to soothe.
One of our fish ate the other one and left half of a fish corpse at the bottom of the tank. Jack wants to know if we're going to get another fish. I don't know about that. The fish we have kept getting bigger and the other one never grew much. It wasn't a lack of food that led him/her to eat the other one. I'm not sure why it did that.
I gotta go. Someone is hungry.
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