Babysitter Blues

So, I got a call from our in-home babysitter Monday night.  She got some bad medical news.  Her doctor advised her to stop working immediately, as she should be lifting anything (including kids/ babies).  Cut to Tuesday.  I brought the girls to work with me from 10 until 2.  You can only keep a 4 and 2 year old busy in an office for so long before shit starts to go down.

To say I am upset is an understatement.  I’ve been crying on and off every night.  I wake up and I hope that it was just a nightmare.  This woman has become part of our family, and even like a second mom to me.  She has had the insane task of bringing up my two girls.  She basically potty trained them.  She is a way better mom than I am.

I have two interviews set up for Friday.  One woman currently watches 15 kids.  AT HER HOUSE.  So that’s concerning, but I have to remember that some of those kids go to school during the day.  The woman seemed older, which isn’t necessarily bad, but also just concerning to take care of that many kids.  She said she has help, but I’ll need to find out who is helping her, too.

The second interview seems like someone who randomly decided to start babysitting on the side.  She only has two kids right now.  She said her husband is around to help most of the time.  Which begs the question…what does he do for a living?  Why are you both able to be home all the time?

I have also called a day care that came highly recommended.  All ages have “very long” waiting lists.  So forget that.

And Kenzie starts kindergarten next year IN ANOTHER STATE, so I’ll have to either find after care for her or someone else who can pick her up before I get home with the other kids.  Like seriously, who has a life like this?  What the fuck?

You guys, I am so close to quitting my job.  It seems like the only option.  If we wouldn’t have just built a house, and didn’t have another baby on the way, and didn’t need to buy a new car to be able to fit three fucking car seats in, maybe I would be in a better place to do so.  I just don’t know what to do.  Or, maybe I take FMLA now for a little while so I can figure shit out, only to take more FMLA later after baby is born?

Even if I did end up liking one of the potential candidates enough, could I really just throw my kids into this person’s care for 40 hours per week?  How would I expect my kids to be comfortable with them?  I’d want to slowly start them like maybe two days per week to see how things go.  And what if it doesn’t work out?  I am back in the same place.

I am just so sad.  It’s all I can think about at work, when I try to fall asleep, when I wake up.  I need a miracle or to win the lottery.  Either will do.

Wisdom Teeth.

I decided it would be a grand idea to get my wisdom teeth removed on December 15.  We get a week off of work right before Christmas, so I thought this would be the perfect time to do it and recover at home.  The oral surgeon’s office said that most people are good to go a week after the surgery.  

I opted to be knocked out (who wouldn’t?), and the knocking out was successful.  I had laughing gas AND got put under.  I woke up in a fog and they led me to the recovery room.  Speaking of, I don’t understand how so many people don’t remember anything directly after the surgery “I just woke up and I was home” – REALLY?  You don’t remember walking to the car?!  Nice.  What also was nice, was that my kind boyfriend who took a photo of me with gauze in my mouth in the recovery room and then sent it to me a week later.  

I remember us getting to Osco, where I stayed in the car while boyfriend went to get my pain meds.  Time was going by slowly and my jaw was throbbing.  Clearly, they did not load me up correctly with enough drugs to get me through the waiting period for my prescription drugs.  I texted my boyfriend, and finally told him I was going to come in and throw down with the pharmacist.  He came out 10 minutes later, finally.  I was in tears in the car from the pain.  He felt terrible, but there was nothing he could do.  

So, they call my name when the prescription was ready, and the pharmacist says, “I need to talk to you” and takes him to the back area of the pharmacy!  Turns out, my birth control prescription was also there to be picked up, along with the vicodin and the antibiotics for my teeth.  The old pharmacist said, “You need to understand that the birth control will NOT work while she is taking the antibiotics.  Do you understand?”  Ahahahahahaha.  Good times for us all.  

So I take the vicodin I was so excited for.  I had never been on anything powerful like that before, so I really just wanted to zone out for a week while I recovered, and I wanted to feel good while I was zoning out.  That’s all I wanted.  A week of feeling nothing but good.  And sleeping endless hours.  The fun began when I only slightly got up out of bed or even sat up after taking the vicodin…I would immediately vomit.  This went on for 3 days until I told them to give me something else that I could tolerate.  You know what the bitch nurse told me on the phone, while my entire jaw was throbbing up to my ears?  “Take some ibuprofen”   I about lost it.  I wanted to call a drug dealer because I was in so much pain.  

So, I go back to the doctor for my post-op appointment a few days later.  They tell me “oh hey!  you have developed dry sockets – which is why you are in so much pain!  Why didn’t you call us sooner?!”  And I told them that the fool I talked to told me to take fucking ibuprofen.  Hopefully the bitch has since been fired.  

So, they fill the bottom sockets with these dressings which are infused with clove oil.  I thought it was weird, but they agreed to give me Tylenol 3 in addition to putting the dressings in.  SUCCESS!  At this point (1.5 weeks later), I was able to sleep for an entire night and eat something more than yogurt.  Before that, it was an hour here, an hour there, and many MANY tears.  

I had to go back 2 more times for them to replace the dry socket medications, until I finally felt normal again.  I’ve found that dental assistants are the devil.  If they can replace your dry socket meds without the doctor in there, they will.  But the moment you say you want another prescription for the pain, they are completely unhelpful bitches.  Always make sure to ask to see the doctor.

Luckily, I was able to secure two more prescriptions of T3.  I’m pretty sure I’m on some kind of watch list now.  They probably think I have a meth lab going in our basement.  But I do not care.  The amount of pain I was in was insurmountable at the time.  I would never wish that on anyone.  That being said, DO NOT GET YOUR WISDOM TEETH REMOVED UNLESS THEY ARE POSING A THREAT TO YOUR LIFE.  IT IS NOT WORTH THE PAIN.