The Hamilton Family: Crazy Week

Well, this week certainly had its ups and downs. Some weeks I feel like nothing happened at all. Others, I feel like everything was jammed packed. This was one of those weeks.

It started with a phone call. To whom? The pediatrician. Again. We are like their number 1 customers at this point. Poor little Lucy can't get a break! She'd been throwing up every morning for almost a week. Even though I had the strong suspicion it was nothing serious, I figured I shouldn't have a repeat of the pneumonia debacle and take her in. Thankfully, my suspicions were confirmed and the doctor agreed that it's probably nothing more than eating too much, too fast, on too empty of a stomach. Sadly, the solution is the worst: purposely wake up my sleeping through the night baby to feed her, but it's better than cleaning up vomit every morning.

Tuesday and Wednesday were pretty promising (at first). I finally rejoined the gym!! That's a big victory for a busy mom like me who's tired of carrying around the extra baby pounds. I (finally) got my phone call from LuLaRoe and officially placed my first order as a consultant, which was super exciting and a huge load off my shoulders. (LuLaRoe is a clothing company for those who don't know.)

Okay, a little note about LuLaRoe. You may be wondering what I am doing starting my own business and joining a direct sales company... So here's my reasoning: being a full time mom is tough. And so all consuming. I love love love being a stay at home mom, and to me it is the most important thing I could possibly be doing with my time and energy. But that's not all I want to be. I've had the realization for a few months now that I'm kind of lost in mommyland and don't have an outlet for myself. It took a little breakdown over something as silly as painting a wall for Peter to point out that I needed something. I'm not looking for a hobby; I have those. I wanted something that would challenge me, teach me new skills, and let me contribute to my family and give me a sense of self and accomplishment. As I pondered over this, the name of the company LuLaRoe, who's clothes I already wore and loved, kept coming back to my mind. It was like a constant thought I couldn't erase. I knew it was the right step for me to take, even if it seemed hard or strange. No, this blog is not going to become my personal advertising space. I believe strongly in keeping these things separate. But this is a part of my life so I will probably write about it sometimes; not to gain customers but to keep my journal of my life, just what this blog is for.

Side note over.

That phone call was awesome. And then it went downhill, quickly. You see, the week before I had gone into my GYN for a check up on my IUD. May be TMI, but whatever. Bad news: my doctor couldn't find it. About a week after it was inserted, I had a nasty fall while running. I was in a lot of pain and thought something may be wrong, but when I called the on-call doctor, she said that wasn't really a thing. I had pain for about a week, but it eventually went away, so I figured she must be right. Turns out not. My doctor figures I probably knocked it when I fell and then cramped it out when I nursed. I have to admit, finding out it was gone was a little satisfying, knowing I wasn't totally crazy.

So I had to have an ultrasound to try and locate it. Right after my LuLaRoe call, I got a call from the doctor: I needed an X-ray. So I went in for a quick x-ray, thinking they would tell me it was just gone and had fallen out. Less than an hour later, I got a call back. Turns out my IUD decided to go traveling and was hanging out around my left hip. I would need surgery ASAP to remove it before it damaged anything I might need, like say my internal organs.

Oh, and did I mention it was Peter's birthday?

All my birthday surprises and plans were quickly thrown out the window as I spent the rest of the day running back and forth to different appointments and admitting at the hospital to prep for surgery the next day. Peter was an amazing sport about the whole thing and more than helpful! Huge points for the best husband ever.

Also, a giant shout out of thanks to my amazing visiting teacher, Jen, who immediately volunteered to watch my kids and do the preschool pick up while I was in surgery. She seriously is an angel!!

Thursday morning I had surgery. I was pretty nervous about going under, but thankfully, it turns out you don't even remember that part! I remember talking to the doctor beforehand, and saying goodbye to Peter as I was wheeled away, and I vaguely remember the operating room. I'm very grateful it was a fairly easy and straightforward operation. Waking up was the worst though! I just wanted to sleep so bad and the nurses kept forcing me up haha. Peter said I was rather pathetic and slow; I kept repeating words and asking to go to bed.

I'm really glad I was able to have the surgery so fast, even if it was a whirlwind. Turns out that sneaky IUD wasn't near my hip when it came time for surgery; it had journeyed on to checking out my belly button. Who knows where it would have ended up if it had been in there much longer! And also, I was very thankful that no damage had been done to anything important! There were a lot of fervent prayers and priesthood blessings, and I know they were answered by a loving Heavenly Father.