The beginning chapters– Drops of blood

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Outside temperatures in Riyadh dipped down, making life inside the villa bearable. The door stood ajar and the brown plastic window remained cracked, both bringing a much needed breeze but also giving another point of entry for lizards and cockroaches. After six weeks in Saudi, life had improved dramatically but it still seemed we were living a make shift existence, one that I assumed had been left behind in Seattle. See See and Foof ran around the villa playing made up games, bed pads were stacked to make forts and reinforced with pillows and blankets. The older boys attended Arabic school, struggling with the language and behavior of both students and teachers. I walked down the street to pick them up at the end of each day, listening to stories that fueled my frustration and posed the question, “why had we come to this place?” Contractions came and went as I…

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Mommy Blues

Munch had his doctor’s visit last week for his annual check up. I actually had the school forms and camp forms ready to give to the pediatrician so I was excited that I was on point with the tasks that were still outstanding. Now, I had already had a rough day because he was supposed to be with his dad last week, but his dad was hospitalized (another story) so I became a full-time mommy with a full-time mommy schedule. That was hard!

So, that day was rough for me because I was off work, had a funeral, took my car in for an estimate (another story) and then we had the doctor’s visit. My girlfriend’s daughter watched munch while I went to the funeral and I headed over to get him so that we could continue with the day’s errands. When we get to the doctor’s office, I was actually 30 minutes early. They said, “No problem, we can take him back now.” What? For real? Bonus!

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They do the standard measurements, height, weight, etc and then the doctor comes in. Now, I love his pediatrician. She is so wonderful. I remembered that she held my premature baby in one hand when she first met him, now he’s 7 and not so tiny. Which brings me to my point of these dang mommy blues.

After she did the examination of munch, completed the paperwork, she said, “Mom, he’s in the 95th percentile in weight. He’s getting too big. He put on 15 pounds since his last yearly check-up and we need to figure out how to slow it down.” What? He grew 3 inches. Are you serious? I said, “I bake everything, we get second portions of vegetables only. Yes, I do fast food when we have a late soccer practice, but not everyday. I don’t understand how this could happen? I keep him active with Tae Kwan Do, swimming and soccer.” She asked, “What about the sugars?” Huh?

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I sat there like an idiot starting at her. She went on to explain that it could be the amount of sugar he’s digesting. I NEVER read the labels about sugar content. I sighed in exasperation and said, “This is hard. I never thought about the sugar content.” She told me to not be so hard on myself, but to ditch the syrup for breakfast on the waffles and only give him water and 3 glasses of skim milk a day. No more orange juice, apple juice or Gatorade. Water and skim milk. Ugh!

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This parenting thing is hard. How am I supposed to remember everything? How can I read, research and apply techniques only to find out that they don’t work? I was so disturbed and distressed that I literally nodded and said, “Okay, I will make the adjustments.” Munch just sat there looking at me.

I said ,”Munch, we need to increase your water, cut your sugars and no more Gatorade or orange juice.” He looked at me and said, “Uh, okay mommy.” But, guess what happened? The next morning as I awoke to fix him breakfast and added syrup to his pancakes and poured him a glass of orange juice he said, “Mommy, I thought we need to cut my sugars. No more syrup or orange juice.” I replied, “After, we’ve exhausted what I bought then no more. I only added a teaspoon of syrup to your pancakes and you are drinking water for the rest of the day.” Dang child! He listens to everything.

Back to the drawing board. Now, it’s time to read the labels because I don’t want my child to suffer any health problems because I can’t seem to get it together and read the dang labels. I need to regroup and meal plan while reducing his sugar intake. More water, no juice in the household and we will incorporate bike riding into a weekly activity. I mean he has a bike that he doesn’t even know how to ride.

I will keep you posted.

The Big Beautiful Uterus

Disclaimer:  If you have a weak stomach and don’t want to know the details of women’s medical issues, I advise you to stop reading now.

Okay, I warned you!

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So, yesterday I had a hysterosonogram and biopsy to find out what’s been going on with me. At almost 40, things seem like they are beginning to breakdown. In an earlier post I explained how my doctor had recommended this procedure without talking to me. All on email. Ah, the joys of modern technology! Well, I agreed and let me tell you what happened.

I arrived at their swanky Silver Spring location and sat waiting about 20 minutes before I was taken to the back. This annoyed the heck out of me because I was told to arrive 15 minutes prior to my appointment. Why arrive early to have to wait and not be seen earlier? Physician politics I tell you. I’m sitting in the waiting room with three pregnant women who are looking at me as though I’m knocked up and not married. Nope, that’s not me! I’m just the curvy nerd reading the latest issue of Time.

After some BAK’s (Bad A** Kids) began running around the office and my “If you don’t sit your bad tail down I’m gonna whoop your momma’s butt look didn’t work” I began to flip my magazine in utter frustration. Thankfully, the young lady calls me to the back. She asked “Did they tell you to arrive with an empty bladder?” “Umm, nope. I received no instructions whatsoever!” She smiled, “Can you please empty your bladder in this bathroom and go into exam room #3?” “Sure. I just had a big gulp and my bladder is pretty full.” She looked mortified. I responded “Just kidding. See you in a minute.”

When I arrived in the sonogram room (aka exam room #3) I was told to disrobe below the waist, sit on the table and put the sheet around my lower half. No problem. I’m a pro at this. The nurse comes back in and begins her examination of my uterus, cervix and ovaries (including the follicles). Yep I could see it all on the flat screen in the corner of the room. (A lot had changed since I had my last sonogram). While it was uncomfortable it no way prepared me for the hysterosonogram and biopsy that happened next.

The infamous (okay I’m the only one calling him infamous) doctor walks in and says, “Hi Tikeetha, we talked extensively about the procedure I’m about to do. Are you ready?” I was in utter shock, “Umm, by extensively you mean you emailed me and I responded and we emailed back and forth? Doctor we never spoke. Email is not a conversation.” He said, “Oh, I do most of my correspondence by email now because every time I call a patient back they are never available and I’m always leaving a message.” I smiled and said, “A message telling me why you are recommending an invasive procedure is better than email. I’m not that old where I don’t answer my phone. You had me hating you and crafty snarky responses for my blog about how you treated me.” He said, “Please don’t bad mouth me to the world, I will put a note in your file to call you for invasive procedures. I’m sorry that you felt as though I ignored you. I didn’t mean it.”

I was relieved and opened my legs on the table and said, “Okay, now that we’ve got the apology out of the way, I’m ready.” He smiled and began to explain the procedure. The cold speculum dang near caused me to have a heart attack and then he put the tube in and pushed the fluid into my cervix and uterus to get a clear picture. I felt a painful clip and intense cramping. I was sitting there thinking I should have taken 2000 mg of Tylenol or a dose of crack to help with the intense pain. (Point of clarification: I don’t use drugs. Jokes only).

As I lay on that table wishing for a speedy death because I was in hell he was doing the biopsy saying that he wasn’t getting enough fluid. “Her uterus is too big” is what he told the nurse. I sat there in shock wondering what is too big? He told me to look up at the monitor and said, “Tikeetha, everything looks great. Your uterus is clear and beautiful. I don’t see any cause of concern. Get dressed and meet me in my office and we will discuss next steps.” “Okay” I mumbled as he removed the dang speculum and I felt even more cramping. He left the room and the nurse said, “Okay, get dressed and here’s a pad for the fluid that will drip all day and some spotting that may occur. Open the door when you’re ready and I will walk you to the doctor’s office.” “Okay” was all I could say.

I got off the table feeling like I was sucker punched. I got up and holding on to the table proceeded to get dressed and headed to the doctor’s office. I sat down and he said, “Everything looks good. Your uterus is big and clear. I will have the results of the biopsy in a few days, but I’m optimistic that everything will be fine.” I looked at him and said, “Doctor, you keep saying that my uterus is big, is this normal or abnormal? A genetic default or are you saying because I’m a plus size cutie that it’s normal that I have a big uterus?”

He looked at me and said, “Umm, no. Ahh, no. Well, it’s a big beautiful uterus!” WTH? He said, “Let me show you on these photos. You had a history of fibroids that were inside of your uterus. When fibroids grow they distort the uterine cavity. They were removed and the walls never contract back to size. But, your uterus is big, beautiful and healthy. It’s clear and they’re no fibroids so we have many options available. I will let you know the results of the biopsy when I get them. Is email okay?” “Yes, if you are not telling me bad news. Email will be fine. Other than that pick up the phone please!” He smiled and said, “I will.” I responded, “Okay, well thank you for explaining everything to me. I will keep on the current medication as suggested and contact you in a couple of months.”

This is what it looked like when my fibroids were growing in my uterine wall.
This is what it looked like when my fibroids were growing in my uterine wall.

As he was walking me out of the office he said, “Tikeetha, please don’t let me see any bad reviews on Yelp.” I laughed, “Sure, doc! I will make sure to bad mouth you on my blog, Twitter and Facebook page.” He turned redder than an apple. “Just kidding” I responded.

So, as I walked out of the office slowly holding my abdomen, I thought it pretty cool that I have a big beautiful uterus. Interesting and problematic sometimes being a woman, but I’m pretty good with the results. Women always have it rough and if you don’t believe it, just ask a doctor to perform a hysterosonogram on you and you will know it’s the truth.

I’m not worried about the results of the biopsy. I have faith. Faith in God, my doctors and the fact that I’m meant to annoy a few more people before I’m called home to glory. I had so much faith that I decided to treat myself to my rum brownies and cherry vanilla ice cream last night. Trust me, it helped with the pain.
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