Marathon Man, revisited

I'm feeling much better in general. Chewing is still a debacle, but I feel about 90% so maybe this guy is a really good dentist and is just into causing people pain??? I'll have to inform him I'm no Bill Murray in Little Shop of Horrors, so his efforts are better appreciated elsewhere.

My friend Krista's mom is in the medical profession, not anything having to do with dentists, but I'm sure it doesn't matter that much. Point being: She said I could sue my dentist.

Hey man, if I can get money to start us on the road to our own house, I'd do it over again!

I called to make my follow up appointment for this coming Saturday and the receptionist was so nice. I told her I didn't want to see Dr. Fischman, and she listened to my sob story and said to just come in before noon and ask to see the Head Dentist. I double checked and asked if I needed to make an appointment. She said no, so if I have trouble next week, I'll add Lisette to the list of people I've had issues with at that place. I don't think I'll have a problem though. The phrase "I don't want his hands anywhere near my mouth" is resounding and wreaks of "I'm going to sue the pants off this place"

I'm talking to a lawyer. I don't want to put this guy out of a job, especially if he has a wife and kids, but I want him to know he royally screwed up and make him think twice before letting this happen to anyone else.

Marathon Man, Anyone???

Any oral surgery sucks. It especially sucks when your insurance doesn't cover the sedative so you have to pay $400 out of pocket.

It's a whole new level of crap when you tell your dentist you don't feel sedated, and he says "Sometimes it sneaks up on you. You'll feel it in the next 20-30 minutes" and then starts the procedure then instead of waiting 20 minutes. Then, when he damn near rips your cheek off when jamming the local anesthetic needle in your mouth, and starts even though you can't breathe because you were tearing up and your nose is draining into your throat.

Oh yeah, and then, when the local anesthetic is wearing off and you try to tell him and he just says "Don't talk." Yeah, that powerful sucks.

I was screaming in pain because I could feel them ripping a tooth out of my mouth and they just said I needed to be quiet because there were people in the next room and I would scare them if they heard me.

NEVER MIND the patient on the chair in front of them. I guess I don't get the luxury of not being scared or in pain, because I'll scare the other patients.

If anyone knows of a way I can get this douchebag, let me know. In the interim, don't go to Dr. Fischman at Full Smile Family Dentist.

Howl-O-Ween-O-Rama

I thought a lot. I looked all over. I found a few likely candidates. I settled for making my son be a baked potato for Halloween. I told myself when I saw the costume for him, I'd know. Steve agreed.

Then I got a package in the mail. Well, technically two. He got a couple onesies from great grandma and grandpa, and he got a costume from Grantie Julie. It's perfect, and when I pulled it out of the box and saw it, I held it up to show Steve and said "It's his costume." Steve agreed.

So the plan is to put either the First Halloween onesie or the Ghost Face onesie from Great G & G underneath it for extra warmth. Then it's Tiger City from there on out. :D

I can't imagine anything else he could be for Halloween.

I used to be a terror but now I am a tired man.

I have so much to update, and a good chunk of time to do it in, and I have no energy with which to do it.

My son has long legs. It makes finding sleepers for him difficult. The legs will fit fine, but he'll be swimming in the body section of it. This is fine, except I worry about it bunching up in front of his face and suffocating him. It's akin to the reasoning they tell you to limit blankets and stuffed animals in the crib until the SIDS stage is over.

He goes to the doctor for his one month check up tomorrow. It's funny that he'll be a month old tomorrow, but the dates don't match up. He was born on September 24, and he's 4 weeks on October 22. I hope he gets a good review and that we're doing things right by him.

I'm sorry to have been lax in the journaling. The days slip away from me so fast now. It makes me sad. I wonder how much of this I'll remember when he's grown.

oh yeah, before I forget, I sort of solved the "what songs should I sing" dilemma. The list contains, but is not limited to:

You've Got to Hide Your Love Away- The Beatles
Big Yellow Taxi- Joni Mitchell
Inflammatory Writ- Joanna Newsom
You Are My Sunshine- Traditional (But I like the way Johnny Cash sings it.)
I'm Yours- Jason Mraz
Apple Blossom- White Stripes
Everything's Alright- Jesus Christ Superstar soundtrack
Hounds of Love- Kate Bush
Do It Again- Steely Dan

yeah, you get the idea. Just songs I know by heart. There are a lot more Beatles songs on the actual playlist than I had figured. Then again, most of them are my favorites. :D

Birthday!

Happy Birthday Annie!

We're going to Chuck E Cheese so Niko can run around and play. He's going to get to meet Dexter, which he has apparently been talking about for days. I'm so excited.

Unless I'm having too much fun chasing Niko around, there will be pictures up on the picture blog once I get home.

Also: 13 days to Halloween! Spooky.

3 weeks old (as of yesterday)

Does he look any bigger? :D

Official

Officially a Mommy:
Today I talked to a pregnant friend of mine about Dexter's poop. We then thought about what it's going to be like discussing her daughter's poop. I don't know if this makes us sad or cute. I'm voting for the latter.

Officially back "home":
I washed Dexter's bottles in the bathroom sink today because the kitchen is such a mess. Lili helped us organize the frontroom. It looks so much bigger now. I can't wait to really get into all our boxes and go through and get rid of things. I wish I was still pregnant because I have a little distraction that's kept me from getting most of it done. I'll have to invite Grandma over to help coo and sing to him to distract him into sleep.

Officially missing Home:
I want to go back to my Mom's. I told Steve that if the kitchen doesn't get cleaned we have to go back there, room for us or no. I'm not washing his bottles in there. It's such a small part of the apartment, it shouldn't be that hard to keep clean, even with a bad back.

Officially Busy:
I have a Dr. appointment Thursday to check out my incision and make sure I'm not infected with the nasty wound funk. I have an appointment for a consultation with an oral surgeon next Friday and next Saturday I have an appointment to get my wisdom teeth taken out. I'm so scared and glad at the same time. It needs to happen, but I'm still wary of anything involving the word surgery. It'll be right before Steve's vacation, so I know I'll have help with the baby while I'm dealing with mouth pain. Anyone who got their wisdom teeth out have any advice for me?

It smells like birthday in here...

I love you too! I hope today is wonderful and everything you want. You deserve it.

Everyone loves a parade...

Today was the annual Fall parade, culminating in a mad dash for free pumpkins at the end. It was also Dexter's first day out in his stroller. It was so unbelievably hot outside. I don't get how it can be 80 degrees in the middle of October, but I appreciated the chance to put some clothes on him that he wouldn't have worn otherwise. He has a tank onesie on now. I had been putting him in sleepers, covered by blankets up until today.

Anyways, on to the photos:

What's a parade without Kiwanis? And Kiwanis peanuts for that matter?

My parade watching buddies, Mom and Fox

Riding in style.

Mom and Fox

Some dentists. I liked the pit bull.

Mad dash for candy. That little old lady was giving the kids a run for their money. (Or candy, as the case may be.)

The oriental band comprised of a bunch of very not oriental shriners.

He was my favorite.

Kris's friend Nick. He has that creepy clown giggle down better than anyone I've ever met.

Mom and Fox again. She had to hold him up so he could put his face in the pumpkin hole.

Fox's pumpkin.

All worn out.

Dexter also got his first bath today. Those pictures are at the picture blog.

Isn't it supposed to be cold???

When are all the bugs going to go away?

Dexter's Real Dad?

Don't tell Steve. :D

2 weeks!

Happy 2 weeks Dexter!

Steve is off tonight, so we're going to bring the baby to cvs to show my old boss Gladys. I haven't seen her since I had him. Plus, we need to get saline to help with his congestion. I hope the pharmacist Shelby is working, because I know he'd remember me and care that I had a kid, and care about seeing said kid.

In other news, blogger seems to think my picture blog is all spam, and has put up some kind of warning when you try to view it. Just click proceed and enjoy the cuteness therein. I'm working on getting it fixed, but nobody has responded to me yet.

Dexter went to the doctor today, and we got another pat on the back and "Good Job" from his doctor. Now he goes back when he's a month old. I have an appointment next thursday, and a dentist appointment this coming tuesday, and hopefully after that we'll be doctor appointment free for a bit. It's good to get good reviews at each one, but it's a bit of a job getting my son and I together to be social these days.

Ho Hum.

The baby is bleating. The picture blog is blocked. My son and I sat around in our pajamas all day. I don't really have much else to say.

Ok, so I'm not going to end it on a depressing note. Yes, I'm sad my dog is dead. I'm also happy my grandparents got to hear my son snoring. I have a dentist appointment next tuesday at 10am. My son goes to the doctor tomorrow and I can ask about how much food I need to be giving him. He downs an entire 2oz. bottle in less than 5 minutes and wakes up a half hour before he's supposed to be eating, sometimes and hour before, and is gnawing his hands and getting mighty fed up with his pacifier. I'm trying 2.5 oz. tonight. Hopefully that will appease the little guy. I definitely don't want to over feed him, and I'm new at this mom thing. My pediatrician better prepare himself for a barrage of questions at each visit.

I had fun spending the entire day in my pajamas with my son.

That goddamn dog...

I love you Ruby, and I hope you don't have to hurt anymore. You drove us crazy for almost 15 years, but you really were a very good dog. I'm going to miss you.

Cute Part 2

That's the grin I was talking about. :D

!!!!!

His umbilical cord fell off!

That, and his genitalia looking severly less raw and freshly circumcised mean normal diaper changes from here on out!!!

Also, he fells asleep better when I sing to him. I'm running out of songs. Those around me are probably running out of patience with "Me and Bobby McGee".

Any suggestions?

One week at home.

Dexter has been sans-hospital for a week now. The carpet folks are coming today to replace the one at our apartment. Then, it's only a week or so and I'll be at the apartment with the little guy. Steve's Grandma offered us a glider and ottoman. It's blue, so it will go nicely in a baby room once we have our own space and Dexter has his. I want to go there and rearrange the furniture already. Socrates is going to have to be outside of our room, but I don't think she'll mind, because I can put her where the sun shines in really brightly. I just hope Steve's dad's cats don't bug her.

Anyways, on to the important thing, a picture review of some of the weeks highlights:

Fox, helping set up Dexter's swing.

Watching football with Daddy and Rufus.

Finger picture. :D

Dino-mite.

Getting in some quality Ama time.

Daddy and Great Grandpa Jerry.

A little blurry post sponge bath.

Nap time.

School has been put on the back burner this week. I really need to get this place cleaned up some, and get some of Dexter's things organized. He has a lot of clothes that aren't going to fit him for awhile. So many people bought things that are a few sizes too big. Because, and I quote "everyone always gets newborn clothes" Yeah, all I seem to have are clothes that are a couple sizes too big. Where is this supposed surplus of tiny clothes? my son is drowning in the current ones.

Cute.

Item the first: Fox has started saying Hi. He says Hi to everything, but especially to things that are soft and fuzzy. His cat Shiloh had kittens a couple weeks ago and he likes to walk up to the box they live in saying "Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi." in this sweet little high pitched voice.

Item the second: After the barrage of Hi's, Fox likes to eskimo kiss anything soft and fuzzy. Then he pulls his face away to reveal the biggest grin I've ever seen a 14 month old muster.

Item the third: My son does this weird snoring thing. He sighs instead of making a snoring noise. So every once in awhile I have the distinct pleasure of hearing little hmms in the middle of the night. Steve says it's his little beacon, letting us know he's breathing and he's alright, so we don't need to get up and check every 5 minutes like we usually do. :D

Item the 4th: The other day I was holding Dexter and Fox came up and said "Hi" and rubbed his nose on the back of my son's head, and smiled the biggest smile I've seen that 14 month old muster.

ouchouchouchouch

Staples and their ultimate removal are no fun for anyone. (unless you're into that sort of thing...)Now I just have to keep myself on the fast track to healing. I have a plethora of pills: painkillers, iron supplements, antibiotics, blood pressure medicine... It's hard to keep track when I have to take some 6 times a day and some 3 times a day and some once a day. It's especially hard because my sleep is broken up now.

Anybody know of a good dentist who will rip a tooth out my mouth for next to free? Or for some sort of trade? I've got a pretty cute baby. :D

Happy One Week Dexter!

I can't believe a week ago I was in the hospital. I still get nauseous when I see people being strapped down for surgery when flipping through channels on TV. We watched House last night and I had a lot more trouble with the graphic stuff than I usually do. I'm sure in time my post traumatic stress dramatics will calm down a bit. I can only hope. As long as I don't start having nightmares about it, I think I'll be alright. Then again, I have to get enough straight sleep to go into dreamland. :D

Today we went to Babies R Us with Steve's mom. She calls him her little angel. She got us a play gym thing that I had on my registry. They had a ton of costumes, and I think I found the one Dexter is going to wear this year. :D

He went to the doctor for the first time today. He's 9 lbs. The doctor also said he's probably not constipated, that it can sometimes take up to 5 days before the formula goes through their system. he said I only have to worry if he hasn't pooped in the next day or two. Other than the lack of crap, Dexter got a clean bill of health. The doctor said he's a strong little guy. When he put Dex on his stomach Dex started putting his head up. I know now is a time I need to cherish and remember everything, but I can't help but get excited for the future when I go past a park, or when I think about dressing him up as a skeleton when he's big enough to sit and get facepaint. :D There is so much cute clothes out there. I need to stay far away from Babies R Us.