A diaper rash and doggy dirt

Everytime I do the dishes I always get at least some water on my shirt. It never fails. I guess I’m just clumsy. Anyhoo, today I took Gracie to the doctor due to a diaper rash which has been very persistant in not going away. It has improved a bit using Nyastin. I’ve also been given plenty of suggestions on things to try so we’ll go down the list if this doesn’t work. She is 9lbs and 8 ounces now. I can definitely say she’s gaining weight at a healthy rate. She was born 7lb 13oz.

Colby is also doing very well. His stitches came out and he’s got his cast on for another 5 weeks but you’d never even know he had one on. On a horrible note, my dog Shadow which resided at my parent’s house broke his cable and was hit and killed in the road on Saturday night. My dad found him the next morning in a ditch with fiberglass in his neck. I got him at 15, 7 years ago. Poor Shadow, I guess Layla was walking around whining because she’s never known life without him.

Otherwise life is pretty much the daily grind. I get up, take care of Gracie and the house, drive Randy to work/pick him up, rinse and repeat. At the moment though I’m getting ready to eat dinner and do ChaCha. Bills still need to get paid although I’d be ready for a nap right about now. What a boring entry. My life is lame.

On the TMI note though, Randy and I were messing around earlier and since I hadn’t leaked b00b juice I figured my supply was dried up due to pumping less frequently. He found out that I still produce quite a bit… and proceeded not to mention it until AFTER the fact. He said the taste is “not exactly my cup of tea”. I’m amused.

A little bit on me for a change

Well, let’s focus on how I am doing instead of OMG baby posts.

I got weighed today at WIC and I am at 287. I was 316 before I delivered. Is anyone calculating here? I lost 29lbs in 2 weeks. That is freakin AWESOME for me. I was 290 when I got the positive pregnancy test. I’m proud and can’t wait to pull out my tote of “clothes I stored away when I was pregnant and depressed about only fitting into PJs and sweats”. Those are getting dug out Saturday. I also am going to buy a new pair of jeans from LB probably to celebrate. I have a ton of weight to lose still obviously but it’s good to know everything I gained was baby.

I’ve been doing much better since the initial depression I suffered when I first came home. I will admit I hit a very low point where I wanted nothing to do with her or anybody. It felt awful to admit to anyone but I’ve adjusted a bit more to the routine of things. Randy had court today for his last ticket he obtained before going to prison. Altogether with his 3 tickets (2 driving w/o a license, 1 DWI) the fines we have left to pay are $860 but that’s not bad at all for the charges he’s got. Hopefully he will have his license back around Jan/Feb so I can stop being a taxi. I also don’t fancy the idea of taking a newborn out every day 2x a day in the winter.

Colby is doing very well. His swelling went down, the bullets are lead but unless they’re in his intestines they’re not damaging, and his broken foot is in a splint for 6 weeks. He’s a good little hopper and can even take the stairs but jumping onto the bed is a task he likes to whine as us for. His 55lb butt is not fun to lift, let me tell you.

My birthday was Sunday. I didn’t do anything. I got $20 from my grandma and my mom watched Gracie overnight and all day Saturday which was a good enough present for me. Randy said he didn’t know what to get me and this week money was tight due to Colby so in a week or so I’m hitting up Newegg and spoiling myself with either a new HD or a 23 inch flat panel. My 19 inch isn’t cutting it so much anymore.

It seems like the blogging world has been quiet lately, what’s going on new with anybody?

Colby got shot

Both my babies. Note the size of his front paw. It’s the shattered bone.

As the title says, Colby got shot. We were at my parent’s house and he got out and ran up the road to the neighbor’s house where he attacked and killed one of his chickens. He then decided that Colby was going to be his target practice and shot him. This is apparently b/c my parent’s dog Shadow has done it before and my dad told him to go ahead and shoot him if he caught him again. He thought it was Shadow. My dad is a heartless asshole. Colby arrived back home covered in blood unable to stand on his foot. I get that he got the chicken but he could’ve shot into the air to scare him or jesus I would’ve reimbursed him for it.

He got cleaned up and we found a few holes where he was hit and tried to get the bleeding to stop. Randy got approved for $500 in care credit for vet bills/medical bills and if you need more you have to call after 48 hours for an increase request. We’re going to have to. Currently Colby has easily 40 shots in his left two legs plus some grazed his chest. They are all over the place. He has to undergo surgery on Friday to get them removed and it is likely they will have to amputate his toe on his front left leg due to the bone getting shattered in 4-5 pieces. He is currently on both antibiotics and pain killers. The bill so far is $226 and that is without his surgery. Since we’re home now and not at my parent’s house he’s comfortably sleeping in our bed like he usually does. I feel horrible for him. My puppy is not going to be the same again.

My car has some temporary stop leak in the transmission at the moment to see if we can fix it this way before ripping the engine out. If I leak it out I have 2 gallons in my trunk and i know how to put it in until I can get Randy since the only place I’m driving is to and from his work. *sigh*

On top of it, I don’t think I’m going to keep up with Gracie’s breast feeding demands. I usually only have 4-6 oz ready for her and she drinks 3 or so in a feeding so it’s not easy to keep up. I’m pumping right now and then going to hope she stays asleep so I can go get some food. I haven’t eaten all day. You really learn the value of 5 minutes when you have a newborn who can wake up at any time screaming because she wants food and she wants it NOW. *sigh* It’s good to be back home but now I’m very VERY lonely again.

This weekend is my birthday and I was supposed to go out and drink but that won’t work for 2 reasons. I would have to pump and dump due to the alcohol in my system and I can’t keep up my supply as it is and 2. I just don’t want to. My mom suggested that Randy and I just got to dinner and a movie or something so we can spend some time together since we’re having a lot of troubles doing so. I think we’ll hit up my favorite sport’s bar b/c I love their chicken tenders and see what is playing. Lord knows we have no shortage of people willing to babysit. I’m going to go throw on a hoodie, find some food, and maybe work on ChaCha.

Tell me about your pets

I noticed that my readers seem to like when I ask questions and get to know them and their lives better so here’s another one, tell me about your pets. I don’t just want a picture or a name though. Tell me about their personality.

Colby is a spoiled dog himself. He lived with his parents until he was 9 months old. He sleeps on all the furniture when he wants. Sometimes it’s the chair or couch but usually the bed if he isn’t kicked by either Randy or myself. If only one of us is in bed he’s more likely to stay there. He doesn’t like automatic water feeders because the bubbling scares him. He’s also afraid of the raspberry noise people can make with their mouths or cans being shaken together in a bag. He loves car rides and will typically stick his head out the window or, in the case of picking Randy up, thinks he is a lap dog. Randy and I are known as mommy and daddy. He also doesn’t like pickles or pretzels and milk is the only thing he can’t tolerate. It will cause him to make the house his personal toilet. He is incredibly touchy about anyone touching his rear end hair but will walk away instead of snapping. A bath puts him to sleep for the rest of the night and “Let’s go ni nights” is his favorite phrase. He also has separation anxiety.

I’m entirely too observant of his little quirks. Now, entertain me with yours.