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Saturday, August 31st, 2013
I must have really pissed off the vomit gods in my past life. I was a child puker because, like my daughter, I battled carsickness. I also threw up a decent amount in my college drinking days. But apparently that–and the many times Fia has barfed during the worst possible scenarios–are still not enough to give me a free pass. The gods continue to punish me.
We are still in our rental house while our new home is being renovated. The whole first floor here has no air-conditioning. It is 100+ degrees today. I have no sitter and a 3 1/2 year old and an 18-month old to entertain.
I decided to take them to the Natural History Museum, here in Los Angeles. It’s not too far, it’s a straight shot on the highway, and it has two super huge, dark, cold rooms. In this heat I have dreamt about these rooms. Specifically, I’ve dreamt about re-creating myself as a giant stuffed elephant.
We left early because I wanted to make sure I got them back in time to nap. The upstairs, where all the bedrooms are, is air-conditioned. At that time of day, it’s about the only place you can be in the sweltering heat.
We were cruising down the highway when Fia started complaining that her throat hurt. You know where this is going…. But, hear me out. Lately this has been her tactic to get a lollipop. She knows I usually have some on me. They are my crutch when I really do think she needs to barf. As we were leaving, she saw me put two in my pocket and wouldn’t stop talking about them. So I figured it was a ploy. I ignored.
Just as we exited off the highway and into the museum parking lot, the barf began to pour out. Copious amounts. It was awful. Especially because it stank so badly, I was forced to roll down the windows. It was that awful that I needed smog filled, 102-degree air to keep me from barfing too.
My hyper-but-laid-back-Emmett didn’t seem fazed. And honestly, at this point, I wasn’t really either. Except…except… I needed a Laundromat. I had no change of clothes for her and she was sitting in a bowl of barf. Problem was, we were in a neighborhood where crime rates are high. In fact, there was an armed robbery a week ago at the Lavenderia that Yelp guided me to. But doing a quick risk/benefit analysis, I decided that I’d rather be robbed than drive around smelling like vomit.
I actually carried Fia in her huge car seat. (Thank god I do bootcamp.) I wanted to contain the barf as much as possible. I stripped her down and threw my sweatshirt on her. An hour later, dripping in sweat and exhausted from entertaining two kids by watching machines spin, and sucking on the lollipops I should have used in the first place, (at 103 degrees the vacant lot didn’t seem like a suitable play space anyway) I lugged my now-clean car seat back to the car. I really wanted to go home. It was nearly nap time at this point. I was a mess. You can trick an 18-month into thinking the Laundromat was the day’s adventure. It’s not so easy with a 3 1/2 year old. As I started the engine, Fia says:
“Mommy, are we going to the museum now?”
So you can guess how I spent the rest of my afternoon…
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Friday, September 14th, 2012
I complained a lot when we moved to LA last November that I was freezing. Everyone said “Just wait.” They were right. We’re baking now, so we decided to beach it. I wanted to sleep here since the bottom floor of our house doesn’t have a/c.
Earlier this week, Fia and I drove past her favorite thing: “the blue car.” We talk about this car like it’s our pet. We decided to sneak a few pictures. I have no idea who this car belongs to, but it’s always parked in the same spot. Afterwards, she kissed and hugged the car goodbye. Then we drove past it 3 more times that day, and the next, and even this morning.
Last night we had tickets to opening night of Book of Mormon. Happy to report that I actually went shopping in anticipation, so no last minute catastrophes. I only had one drink so I wouldn’t break an ankle. What an incredible production.
Double decker buses took us to the after party. Fun! And oh-what-a-scene. I think I was one of the only women there without fake boobs. Ya gotta love what breastfeeding does!
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Friday, July 6th, 2012
We had our first 4th of July here in LA. Because of our great backyard, we could see fireworks popping all over. We decided to have an impromptu BBQ and dress in our most patriotic outfits (I should note Phil’s jacket is representative of Japan–but it was red and white so we figured it worked).
Rebecca calls Em “the love of her life.”
Fi is Rebecca’s little shadow, as seen by the picture below
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Friday, April 6th, 2012
Fia hasn’t met the Easter Bunny yet. But at her little “transitional” school (ie: pre pre-school), they had a big Easter Egg hunt. Of course she loved it. We’re going to do a big one here since we now have a great yard. One of my best friends, Pamela Thomas, is coming from New York with her two girls, Emerson (age 10) and Elliott (age 7). So excited to see them. They are one of the families I miss the most since moving to LA.
Sidenote: Pamela’s company is in charge of the prenatal photo contest I wrote about if anyone out there is pregnant! We’re looking for the best sonogram/ultrasound photo of your baby. I’m one of the judges. Click on this link for more info.
Okay, back to Easter: My only problem is Fia still won’t see the Easter Bunny even though she will have had two egg hunts. We do happen to have a panda costume (don’t ask). Two actually. I asked Pamela if she would put it on and pretend to be the “Panda Bunny.” She’s game. Fia may grow up to have an Easter Bunny Identity Crisis (EBIC), but we’ll deal with that down the road. I’ll post panda pics next week!
And just for fun…here is the panda outfit. It actually looks kind of creepy. Wonder if she’ll scare the other kids?? Hmmm. This may not be my most brilliant of ideas…
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Scary or Sweet Substitute for Easter Bunny?
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Monday, February 27th, 2012
He's as perplexed as I am...
I switched pediatricians 5 times with Fia. I finally found one I liked—Dr. Gold with Tribeca Pediatrics. She has since become my friend and was kind enough to call me the other night, even in her exhausted state, to give me a refresher course on newborns. Problem is, she’s in Brooklyn and I’m in LA.
Out here we found a place that came highly recommended by several friends. But once again, I feel like I’m getting mixed messages. This is a field that often seems to me to have no consistency in all the various theories and diagnosis. It seems like it’s often a guessing game, since newborns can’t speak their mind.
Emmett’s diaper rash never really went away. Our main pediatrician said it was a bacterial infection. She gave us prescription ointment to put on. It didn’t do much. It got a little better, then worse again. I bought an anti-fungal (Lotrimin) and mixed that with Desitin. Then I tried Triple Paste. Then I tried Calmoseptine. Nothing seemed to make a dent. So today I took him back to the doc and saw a different guy.
This one tells me it’s not bacterial (even though it looks exactly the same. The first one told me you can tell if it’s bacterial because the skin starts to break down, which is exactly what is happening). He recommended I make a paste of pure zinc oxide, lotrimin and something called stoma-paste powder. The latter you have to order from your pharmacy, which I did. He said to mix it until it’s like a glue that will stick to his butt and provide a semi-permanent barrier.
I told him how Emmett seems to poop constantly. Perhaps (his theory, of course) is that whatever I’m eating is making Em’s poop extra acidic. This, despite my friend’s pediatrician who told her it rarely has to do with the diet (so more conflicting information). I also told him Emmett has gas pains because he often stiffens up and cries, grunts and groans. He told me that gas pains don’t exist. Huh? What? He said it’s not the gas that causes those pains, but rather something inflaming the digestive tract. I am so frustrated and confused.
Then he started talking about my diet. He told me to eliminate, in this order:
He said 90% of the reactions babies have to breast milk are in these foods. He said to start with the first two and see if that helps. Then work down the list.
This is already starting to feel like too much work. My head is starting to spin.
Then I showed him how Em’s eye looks red again. My main doc said that when the whites of the eyes are red it shows an infection. He negated that. Then went on to say bacteria in the eye is normal. So now I honestly don’t know who to believe and what to do.
I ordered the powder and found the zinc oxide and I’ll give it a try. But I’m already thinking I need to find another practice. If it’s going to be a guessing game, I at least want it to be consistent. I can’t have different doctors in the same office giving me absolute opposite information.
I walked into the parking lot with Emmett and started to cry.
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