Monday, October 26, 2009

My (potentially expensive) Mistake

3 blog posts in one day. And all about Eisley. Oops. Sorry to all of you who are bored by that sort of thing. But I also know there are a few grandparents out there who are really enjoying these glimpses into Eisley's life!

Eisley is currently on an antibiotic (surprise, surprise) for ear infections. It's an antibiotic that has to be refrigerated (most do). This morning, I gave Eisley her medicine, and really I meant to put the medicine back in the fridge. I actually thought I had. But it was not until 5:00 p.m., when I got home from work, that I realized I had only set it beside the fridge. Not in the fridge. Sigh.

I called the pharmacy where I had the prescription filled-- not our regular pharmacy, but the one next door to the doctor's office. I had it filled there because I was trying to avoid making one more stop with a cranky and miserable child, so I got it filled there b/c it seemed most convenient at the time. I called because I wanted to make SURE it wasn't okay to give the meds to Eisley after they'd been sitting out all day. Of course it wasn't okay to give them to her. And I called to figure out how to get it replaced. I wanted to see if there was any way we could get it refilled quickly so she wouldn't have to miss her evening dose. I asked if we could get it replaced and picked up at our REGULAR pharmacy, which is in our town instead of in Lexington where the doctor and the other pharmacy are located.

That wouldn't be easy. It would require authorization from the doctor for a refill. The doctor's office closes at 5:00. It was 5:20. Plus, OUR pharmacy closes at 6 p.m. The pharmacist told me he'd make some calls and get back to me. He said he would do what he could to make it work.

He called me back to say that the pediatrician's office wouldn't take his call. So he left the pharmacy and walked next door and found someone to let him in. He found a doctor and got the authorization. Then called the refill in to our pharmacy in Wilmore. He then called me and said, "Kelly. Your pharmacy has the prescription. You can pick it up now." It was only 5:30 p.m. Talk about fast! And how generous for him to have gone through all of the effort to help me! I am beyond grateful.

The only problem: it's only been 4 days since the prescription was filled the first time. This is WAY too soon to be calling in a refill. My insurance company wasn't going to like this. And indeed, they did not. I was informed that I would have to pay for the whole thing, instead of just the $10 co-pay. It's a prescription that costs about $100. For the generic version of the drug (Plain ol' Amoxicilin just doesn't work on my baby's ears. We have to go for the strong stuff).

But this is why I like small towns and our small town pharmacy. I love the pharmacist here. He's great and always makes a fuss over Eisley when she comes in, and always remembers our names. He knew who we were when the other pharmacy phoned in the prescription, and knew who I was when I walked in the door tonight.

And he said he would find a way to make it work for us so we would only have to pay the co-pay. I was prepared to pay the $100+ dollars, but he said that wouldn't be necessary, and that he knew of a way to work it out for us. Whew.

I am grateful for this blessing and for grace being extended, even when I deserved to (literally) pay for the mistake I made! So thankful for generous and helpful people today!


Thursday of this week is a big day in the Lawson household! Eisley is going to have tubes put in her ears! This has been a long time coming. She has been treated 8 times in 2009 for ear infections-- 7 of those 8 times were double ear infections.

Eisley apparently has really tiny ear canals, thanks no doubt to her mommy's genetics (sorry, kiddo!). These tiny ear canals don't allow her ears to drain very well, so any time she is teething, has a cold, or anything else that would cause a runny nose, that fluid just builds up, causing an infection.

Looking forward to getting some relief for that girl. Ear infections are miserable! I grew up getting a lot of ear infections. I am glad for the invention of the tubes and their availability to us now for Eisley. I think it is the best choice for her. I just can't bear the thought of her going through another winter with back to back ear infections. It was miserable for all of us last winter. And she's already had two ear infections in the past month!

So Thursday morning first thing she'll go in for the procedure. It should be pretty short- 10 minutes or so, and we'll be home within an hour or two of the procedure probably! Keep her in your prayers-- the only thing is that she has to be fever-free for the procedure. So pray she doesn't get another ear infection before then!

The Strangest Thing

This is a little ironic, considering the subject of my last blog post. But the strangest thing happened last night in regards to Eisley's sleep.

Last night we put Eisley down at her regular bedtime, 7:30 p.m. We did all the regular stuff in the routine-- putting pjs on, reading a bed time story, etc. Usually she's asleep 10 minutes after we put her down. The only thing that was different about last night is that we had people over at our house. But we've set up Eisley's room in such a way, and we have some white noise in there that she always sleeps with, that even when we have a house full of people, you can't really hear anything in her room. It's quiet in there. Plus, we've had guests over a lot while Eisley has been in bed, and it's not ever been an issue. She sleeps right through it. Mostly, like I say, because she can't hear it.

But last night, as we were playing a game with our friends, we kept hearing Eisley make noise. She wasn't yelling out because she was upset. She was just making noise, and whining a little. I went back there to see what was going on, and she was just sitting up, and smiled, and said "Hi! Hi!" And laughed. The time? 8:30 p.m. I thought, "well you know, maybe she's just having a hard time going to sleep tonight." (I confirmed that you couldn't hear any noise in her room, aside from a very dull murmur only every once in a while. It was 98% quiet in there). So I laid her back down. I did this again at 9 and at 9:30. What? Finally at 10, we were like, "Well. Let's just get her up. She's not happy in her room and she's not sleeping, so maybe we should just let her get up and wear herself out." So we did.

She was running around, entertaining our friends until they left at 10:30, laughing and talking, and playing. We put her back down at 10:30 and she was awake until at least 11:15, when she finally quieted down and went to sleep.

What the heck? Did she sneak a Mountain Dew yesterday afternoon somehow? She was HYPER!

And you might think, since she stayed up almost FOUR hours past her normal bedtime, she might sleep in just a LITTLE this morning. But nope. 7 a.m. on the dot she was up.

This could be a very cranky day... Here goes.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Sleep. Sweet Sleep.

Many of you have heard me talk off and on about how Eisley is an early riser. She's up for the day, ready to go, well before 7 a.m. every day. I have friends whose babies of the same age as Eisley sleep until 8. I have a friend whose daughter, born on the same day as Eisley, has to be woken up at 9:30 in the morning or else she'll just keep sleeping. I keep saying to myself (and others), "Oh, if Eisley would just let me sleep past 7, I'd be one happy mama."

Don't get me wrong, she's an excellent sleeper. She falls asleep on her own at night without any drama. All we have to do is put her in her bed with "baby", and within minutes she's asleep. She goes to bed by 7:30 p.m. every night, so Billy and I've got the whole evening to ourselves (We've experimented with different bedtimes, but regardless of the bedtime, she always wakes up between 6:30 and 7. Sometimes earlier). I LOVE that she's such a good sleeper, and really has been, since she was about 5 months old. I love that she sleeps for 11+ hours at night without interruption. I love that she takes a 2+ hour nap every afternoon.

But something even more wonderful than ALL those things has happened over the course of the past 7 days. For 7 days in a row now, she's slept until at least 7:30. One day she slept until 8:15 and on another day she slept until 8:45! This morning, when we needed to leave for the babysitter's house at 7:40, I actually had to wake her up to go. Now. I don't want to go so far as to say that this is the new "norm", lest tomorrow morning she be back to her old ways. But I will say how much I've enjoyed this past week of "sleeping in". Seriously, it's amazing how more rested I feel, with just an extra 30 minutes of sleep in the morning.

I love to sleep. It may be psychological, but somehow, if I get to sleep past 7, even if just for a few minutes, I feel like a completely different person in the morning than when I wake up prior to 7.

So thank you, my precious daughter, for granting us at least a week of sleeping in. I've enjoyed every minute of it.

Even if tomorrow, she's back to waking up at 6:30, that'll be okay. I've had a great week!

Monday, October 5, 2009

Secretly, I'm 94 years old.

I'm obviously not 94 years old (though I WILL be 30 in 3 months, so that's close enough). But today I felt like it.

One of my favorite people in the whole wide world, is/was my grandmother, Doris Collins. She was my mom's mom, and I have such fond memories of her. She died in 1996, when I was 16, but oh the memories we made before then! After my parents' divorce, we lived with her for a couple of years. I got to stay at home with her while my mom went to work, and my big brother went to school. She taught me to read. She taught me how to tell time. Later, after we moved away, I would spend weeks in the summer with her, watching musicals and working crossword puzzles with her. Her house was such a happy place for me to be!

However, there is one thing I remember about her, that does not bring me great joy. And that was her struggle with arthritis. I remember her arthritis (especially in her hands) causing her a great deal of discomfort, and it really limited what she was able to do. Because of her arthritis, she eventually ended up having a double knee-replacement surgery.

Well. Today I went to the doctor to discover that I am most likely headed down this same road. I've been having some pain in my hands and feet off and on for the past few months (years really, but it's been minor), and based on my symptoms, and the doctor feeling the joints in my hands, his gut feeling was that I do have rheumatoid arthritis. Just like my grandmother. They did some bloodwork to be sure, and ordered some x-rays as well.

As I talked to the doctor today, I found myself getting very emotional about it! This emotion really surprised me. I know in the grand scheme of things, this is minor. I could be dealing with something much worse. I am not. But still. Arthritis? At 29? Immediately, I pictured my grandmother's hands. I got all teary-eyed thinking about how much pain her arthritis caused her. I don't want that.

That's not even for sure what's going on. I'll find out for sure when the bloodwork comes back and I get my x-rays done. If it is rheumatoid arthritis, then really I do know it'll be okay. Seriously, I feel so silly for even getting emotional about it all. If it is RA, well... so be it. They'll put me on medication to keep it under control and to keep further damage to the joints from happening. The doctor didn't seem to think at this point that very much damage has occurred. So that's good!

In the meantime, the doctor put me on a daily anti-inflammatory, that should help with some of the pain I'm experiencing now.

In unrelated, and more exciting news, the best and most wonderful thing happened today. Eisley was playing here at home this afternoon, and she stopped playing, walked over to me, and gave me a kiss. I didn't ask for one. I didn't prompt her in any way. She just gave me a kiss. And then went right back to her playing. And then she did it again a couple of more times in the afternoon. My heart was just overflowing with joy!!!

I mean, how could it not be? Look at this face!

photo by Carissa Martin