Bree has had this throwing up problem for quite a while. She throws up 4-5 times a week and we have been in the process of trying to find out what the heck is going on. After many doctor visits and medications the specialist finally recommended doing an EGD. It is a simple scope and no big deal.......BUT I WAS FREAKING OUT! mostly because the surgery was scheduled for two in the afternoon and she wasn't allowed to EAT!!!!! wait... what???- you know she is TWO right???? It's not like she gets the "fasting surgery concept." She could drink clear liquids for breakfast and that's it. So I ask you- what did you have for breakfast??? We had frozen gadorade and soda:)
Then we went to play with friends to keep OUR minds off the fact that food was not an option. Came home to find that someone loves us:) we got some care packages that were a life saver. Included was a cute coloring activity for Bree to keep her distracted before surgery. And then of course treats for me and for after
We talked a ton about what was going to happen and that doctors are nice. I even got a mask from my pediatrician so we practiced putting it on so she wouldn't freak out when they put her to sleep. Then I get to the hospital and find out I can't even hold her while they put her to sleep because the gases are no good for pregnant people...... WHAT- freak out #1
And we survived:)
Worst part- the hour before surgery Bree kept asking for a "chicken taco" and a "roll up" (don't judge on how much we eat out:)) it broke my heart:( Then when she woke up she was beside herself. Screaming like a crazy person. And that is not my Bree. Freak out #2. They diagnosed her with an esophagus disease and possibly something funky with her stomach. We will know more Friday.
All in all two freak outs- not too bad:) Bree was a trooper and glad we know whats wrong:) Poor thing:(
Today a friend in my ward taught me how to can. Now, I did learn canning in college as part of one of my class but I haven't ever done done it, so I was kinda freaking out. Everyone said canning was the worst thing ever and took so much time and blah blah blah. Now it DID take time.... And it WAS messy. But now I have PEACHES AND JAM and I feel good about myself:) what more could I want:)
This is me at 27weeks btw:)
Brenda- my dear friend who made my experience so awesome!
Bree LOVING some homemade canned salsa. She was in heaven!! Look forward to Christmas my friends because some of you will be receiving some delicious peach jam!
I'm sitting in Macey's grocery store. My head is face-down on the table and my left hand holds an empty bottle of chocolate milk. The plump older lady who has been periodically glancing in my direction looks more concerned than ever as she finishes her ice cream cone, gets up and walks behind me. I feel a hand pat my shoulder knowingly as she says, "You really need to find a girl who makes you feel good about yourself."
Say what?
Oh, yeah. I'd forgotten to put my wedding ring back on after the workout. The lady apparently thought I'd been dumped by a girl and, in my despair, had gone to Macey's grocery store so I could drown my sorrows in a quart of chocolate milk.
Yes. That is exactly what had happened.
I was dumped by a girl. Except replace "dumped by a girl" with "almost died doing my first full, olympic-distance triathlon workout but without any calories or water and in the middle of a scorching July afternoon." You'll also need to replace "drown my sorrows" with "attempt to avoid going to the hospital for heat exhaustion, dehydration and calorie-deficiency." Finally, replace "quart of chocolate milk" with "quart of chocolate milk."
Yep. With Melinda out of town and the olympic-distance Spudman Triathlon coming up in 6 weeks, I had decided to try and do (for the first time ever and without wife supervision) a back-to-back-to-back workout simulating the actual race. 1 mile swim, 24 mile bike, and 6 mile run. With only a bottle of water. At 1:30pm on a July afternoon. With no clouds in the sky.
Fast forward three and a half hours to me shaking, sweating and groaning at the table in Macey's. If I would have been able to speak, I would have told the lady that I was actually happily married and that, if she didn't mind, would she please call an ambulance while I went outside to throw up all the chocolate milk?
I don't know how much water weight I lost that day, but let's just say that the rest of the night I just tried to eat and drink everything I could:
20 oz water 2 large oranges 2 regular arby's roast beef sandwiches 16oz soda 5 hr energy drink 44 oz soda 44 oz water 44 oz water Mcdonalds value fries Double Cheeseburger Medium smoothie
...And I still weighed a pound less than I did that morning.
Here's the RunKeeper record of my swim (http://rnkpr.com/a6uyz3), bike (http://rnkpr.com/a6uved) and run (http://rnkpr.com/a6ux6f). Note my poor time on the run. I walked most of the 6 miles because my body was shutting down and I couldn't run or even lightly jog. I had no idea I was in trouble physically. I just thought I was wimping out and kept trying to psych myself up.
So, with such a horrible experience with the olympic distance a mere 6 weeks before the actual race, how did I actually do at the Spudman Triathlon? That will have to wait for another post, but here is a sneak peek:
