17 August, 2007

Blog, Sweet Blog

Oh Blog Bloggity Blog Blog. It's so good to be back! I've pined for you, my bloggity friends, so much that I was beginning to fear my blood would turn to sap. Our poor computer is back up and running after a second surgery, with a $100 replacement part, so don't be surprised if you suddenly see ads on this page: Blogging isn't 'free' you know. It IS wonderful to have a computer that purrs like a kitten once again however.

What's that you say? Enough with the
rambling and on with the update? O. K. Firstly, the Little Goat has taken to being quite smiley and laugh-y in the mornings. I'm quite enjoying those first few morning hours. (We won't get into how I feel after lunch.) We're not sure how much she weighs now (appointment next Friday, complete with *gasp* more shots!) but she's eating almost incessantly, so it must be more than 10 lbs. She seems to be right on 'schedule' with most of her 'developmental milestones' except that she HATES (inasmuch as a baby can hate) lying on her stomach. Oh man! If anybody has tips, we're all ears. Thirty seconds is too much some times.


And what would a (finally!) new post be without a very funny story to share? Well, useless, that's what, so here you go. This past Tuesday, Husband was scheduled to give blood for the first time. He was excited because they let you take time out of work to donate and you walk away with a belly full of pizza and watermelon, a coupon for a free movie rental, and a coupon for a free wee pizza at Pizza Hut (still, it's free pizza, right?).

His donation time was 2:45. He called me at around 3:30 to say he still hadn't gotten in. Finally at around 5-ish, he got in to give blood. I was in a bit of a tizzy here at home because my La Leche League meeting was starting at 6:30 and I still hadn't really decided if I was going or not pending a check of the old
temperature (a lovely bout of mastitis settled in on Sunday night - oh goody); but if I was going to go, I needed to get dinner in the oven ASAP. Anyway, around a quarter of six, Husband calls.

Um, well, I'm going to be a bit longer than I thought.

Bren J:
You mean you're not done yet?

Well, I passed out in the bathroom.

Bren J:
Cause I need to get dinner started and, wait,

Husband: I passed out in the bathroom after I gave blood. Another donor found me. So now I'm in the ER.

So he passed out in the bathroom and the AMBULANCE had to come and drive him from one end of the hospital to the other. Ridiculous? I. THINK. SO. He finally got home just after seven, blood on his work clothes, blood all over his neck (I guess it must cost extra if they have to actually
clean you), a nasty headache from hitting his head on the floor after the initial connection of the chin to the urinal, two stitches resulting from said connection, a sprained pinky finger, and a huge bandage on his arm from 'the biggest hematoma the nurse said she'd ever given anyone giving blood.' (see photo)

Good. Grief. And so...

Bren J. (laughing): I'm sorry, but it's just really funny. That would just happen to you the very first time you gave blood. Sorry, the very last time you give blood.

Husband: Um hm.

Bren J.:
You know you'll laugh about this some day, right?

Husband: Maybe.

Bren J.:
Is it okay if I laugh about it now?

Husband: I guess, in your own little way.

Bren J: Please can I blog this? I'll leave out some of the details....

Husband: Fine. Whatever. Tylenol, please.


A few days later and all is well. The bruise on Husband's arm is gargantuan but his headache is gone and he's saving 30 seconds not having to shave his chin every morning. And just so you know we're not the only ones who are mildly amused; we've finally succeeded in capturing the Little Goat's wee smiles. Hooray!

*Edit: Turns out there was no ambulance ride. Husband refused. They took him in a wheelchair instead.


Brenda said...

OH MY Gosh! That is hilarious in the "I'm so sorry that happened to you" kind of way. And what a great incentive to give blood- pizza and watermemlon! I'd be there for sure. That baby girl is so lovely. Glad you are back on. Is it hot up there?

bren j. said...

It WAS super-hot a couple weeks ago. Lots of sickening humidity, thunderstorms, and even a tornado warning (so the Husband came home to pick us up and we spent several hours watching terrible sci-fi movies in his staff lounge - I hate sci-fi movies). Now it's cooled off a bit. I hear you're having quite the heat wave though! Bummer...

erin k said...

Oh, poor L. Add this story to my list of reasons to never give blood.

That is a great picture of your Goat! What a sweetie. She's looking like more of a mix of the two of you now.

So, so, soooo glad you're back.

(how's the mastitis? and I keep meaning to call you but forgetting about the two hour time difference...)

Bryan said...


Beck said...

Your poor husband! I am like, the WORST candidate for blood-giving ever - I have some horrible blood type AND I have aenemia all the time, so it's just no.

nomotherearth said...

I can't show this post to my husband, he is blood-averse enough as it is. This would only give him more fodder. Funny!

Beth said...

that's hilarious! and the little goat is beautiful.

Karen said...

so cute those smiles, that's hysterical and hope you still got free pizza and movie for your trouble. I had a tummy time hater as well and we sort of used the boppy to prop under his arms so he could reach in front of him and play more. This got him used to the idea, then we sort of, well, robbed him of the boppy, but he had gotten the hang of the whole "it's playing on your tummy time" thing and so the crying stopped. We switched to one of those water playmats (7.99 at Kmart made by Parent's Choice or Dr. Sears or who knows, but it was entertaining.) Good luck!