Category: Doh!

Embrace the Unexpected

I stalled and stalled all of Monday (the 7th); I didn’t want to go grocery shopping. It was still raining on and off outside and my mood matched the weather. I just wanted to snuggle up on the couch and read. I finished with all 7 Confessions of Georgia Nicholson books and I started reading My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult and found out it’s going to be a movie next year!

John came over and I asked him to go with me. Mom would watch the kids. Awesome. Because going grocery shopping with the kids is never a walk in the park and I wasn’t looking forward to this in the first place.

While we’re driving I joke with John to remind me to buy a pregnancy test because I’m still late. 16 days, in fact. The same thing happened back in February so I was convinced that it was my sudden halt in taking the birth control (since I’d run out in June). All the other times I’ve been late I’ve taken a pregnancy test and it was negative, and like magic I’d get my period the next day. I was going for the same effect this time!

We do all the shopping and with legs that feel like noodles I walk into that isle and get a pregnancy test; the cheapest one you can find.

I see Mario’s cousin and she’s got less stuff to pay for than I do, so I let her in before me in line and hastily toss boxes around to cover the pregnancy test. Last thing I need are rumors!

As we’re putting the food on the conveyor belt I realize I’ve gotten a ridiculous amount of ramen noodles. I’m not even supposed to have those. I ask John, “Why’d I get so many of these?” and he leans in and whispers, “Because you’re pregnant!”

I punch him and hiss, “Shut up! Not funny!” and turn to check if Mario’s cousin heard anything. No, she’s already walking away.

We get home and I put all the food away. Mom’s actually at her house for once. The boys are quietly playing with Alaethia in their bedroom so I grab the pregnancy test and take my chance.

I’m shaking and my stomach is flipping uncontrollably. I’m telling myself I know this thing’s going to be negative, but there’s always that teensy chance it might not be. Besides, I’d gone back and tracked my cycle and my days of ovulation and we didn’t do anything on my most fertile days.

I take a deep breath, exhale and do what needs to be done. I set the stick on some toilet paper on the floor and stare at it.

And right before my eyes–and I’m being so serious, this happened in like, 1 second–I see a plus sign.

With shaking hands and racing heart I go over the pamphlet–DAMMIT! One straight line and one plus sign mean “pregnant”, no matter how light the plus sign is. I look at the stick. Shit. That thing is blue as the sky.

I succumb to the news. I’m going to have another baby. I sat there on the toilet seat and cried for a little bit.

I had no idea what to do. I just sat there in the silence, feeling like my world was caving in around me. I didn’t know who to call, especially because I knew the test was wrong. I didn’t even have symptoms! Well, except for that weird wave of nausea the night before, but I was sure it was the food. I need a new test. That thing appeared too quickly. There has to be something wrong with it.

I text John, because he’s the only one I’ve told anything to, and I’m rambling on and on, telling him how something must be wrong with it. He replies with, “I don’t understand you.”

I’m so annoyed I type back, “I HATE YOU!”

Yes, I was that emotional.

I’m pacing about, and finally decide to call Mary. Its 4:22…she’ll be out of work soon. She can get me a new, working test! So I call and tell her everything. She gets excited, but retains it a little since she knows I’m freaking out. She says she’s stopping by Walgreens so she’ll get one from there.

I check on the kids to see how they’re doing and Jaylen’s happily playing with Alaethia. He’s always so good with her. I feel all warm inside and ask him, “How do you feel about having another brother or sister someday?” He looks up, thinks for a few seconds and nods, “I feel good!”

Mary gets here seconds later with the test. I’d already drank another 16 oz. bottle of water and am ready to take it.

Yup, Here Comes #4!

This one forms as quickly as the other one. I yell, “Oh My GOD!” And Mary’s already shrieking and gives me a huge hug. Mom comes in and asks what’s going on. I show her the test. Her eyes get big and she points to Alaethia, who’s standing by innocently, and says, “Another one?!” I nod yes. She looks at her again and asks, “Another one?!” I tell her, “Yes, Mom, another one.” My mom, who always has a way with words says, “Aww, Alaethia’s so little. And you were just starting to lose weight!” Gee, thanks, Mom! She eventually says, “Oh good! I’m happy for you!”

We call the boys in and I ask them, “Do you know what these are,” and I bring the sticks in front of me. Eenan’s eyes are the first to widen and asks, “Are you pregnant?”

I nod and say, “You guys are having another brother or sister!” They both start jumping up and down and Eenan rushes forward and wraps his arms around me. Jaylen comes forward and rubs my stomach and says, “I love the baby!”

They made me feel a bit better :).

My dad-in-law comes over and stands in the doorway. Mary says, “We have some news. You’re going to be a Grandpa again!” He grabs a bag of Fritos and starts munching quickly, just staring at me. He even drops a few LOL. At that exact moment the phone rings.

Oh my God. How was I going to break this to Mario. The last time we had a scare (in February) it didn’t go too well.

He says, “Hey, I’m on my way home.”

Everyone in the background is screaming and laughing about the news. Before he hears it from someone I quickly say, “Guess what? You’re going to be a Daddy again!”

He says, “You’re shitting me.”

“No, I’m not. I took two tests.”

He’s silent for a while then says, “Okay. Call Maggie too see if she’s there so I can pick up my camera. I’ll be there in a bit.”

And that was it. I was so nervous.

Mary was calling everyone she knew. And everyone was being so nice about it. I was smiling on the outside, freaking out on the inside.

Mario gets home and goes straight to our house. Doesn’t even go over to Mary’s, where everyone is visiting. I come home and ask him, “So, what do you think?”

He says, “What can we do, right? Let’s just go from here.”

My, he was calm. But he also bought a 6-pk of beer. It made me a little nervous just how calm he was.

He’s looking for Carrie Underwood’s video All-American Girl, because the lyrics remind him of Alaethia.

As I’m standing behind him everything hits me all at once:

♥ Alaethia’s so young. I feel like I’m cheating her out of her time with me. I feel incredibly guilty.
♥ I know nothing about what my insurance covers concerning prenatal care.
♥ How am I going to take care of a 2 year old and new born?
♥ I at least spent 6 whole months with Alaethia. I’m only getting about 3 months (counting summer) with the new baby.
♥ How will I work?! Mom can barely watch Alaethia, much less two!
♥ OMG. I’ve had at least 1 alcoholic drink a day for the past week!
♥ And then I feel guiltier. What if something bad happens to the new baby because I’m being so ungrateful for this blessing?

As the song starts to play and I hear the lyrics and start bawling. Uncontrollably. I can’t help it. Mario asks, “Why are you crying, Babe?” I tell him my feelings about Alaethia and the drinking and everything. Mary walks in and sees me crying and asks, “What happened!” Without missing a beat Mario raises his hands up and says, “I didn’t do it!”

I go back to Mary’s once I compose myself and start talking with everyone. Everyone’s already asking about who’ll Baptize the baby, what names are we thinking of, and what if we have twins! Or triplets!

Mario announces it on his Myspace that same night. I scold him, because now I have to tell the girls before they see it on his profile and I so wanted to tell them in person over dinner! I call Sally first, and of course she’s got nothing but encouraging words. Pete even calls later and congratulates us :). I message Karina and Carmen and tell them the news. Mayra and Ricci call me later during the week and are so excited and offering nothing but kind, encouraging words. Paul and Norma see Mario’s status and come over that same night with their kiddos to congratulate us. I text Maggie and she’s happy for us, too, and in just as much shock as I am!

I can hardly sleep that night. I tossed and turned like crazy. When I woke up the next day I was still in shock, but I told myself–like everyone else had been telling me–that everything happens for a reason and things would work out. Everyone else was happy for me, why couldn’t I be? A baby’s a blessing, no matter what time they decide to make an appearance in your life :).

Title courtesy of Mayra ;).

It’s Because I’m So Sweet

I caught yet another cold which I thought was brought on by getting soaked putting groceries in the car at Walmart on Saturday. As crappy as I felt I went to work because I knew my boss was taking turns with relatives and taking care of her mother, who’d recently been in the hospital. She was off every other day and I’d just caught up with all our work (we’d been so behind thanks to our snail-paced internet) so I didn’t want to get swamped again.

I asked John to accompany me to the mall to return a blouse and buy some jeans. He said okay; he wanted to check out video games anyway. We’re walking around looking for the store (which they moved across town, thank you) and he tells me he’s starving. I wasn’t sure if I was hungry or not, but I knew for sure I needed a seat because I was feeling dizzy and my heart was racing like it had been for the past two weeks. Elvira kept telling me, “You need to get yourself checked, girl. That’s not right.” She’d actually been telling me about a month already but I was in denial. I pinned my lightheadedness, racing heart and jitteryness to the 6 1/2 hours between my breakfast and lunch.

So we’re standing in line at Quizno’s, where John wanted to get a sandwich, and as I’m trying to figure out what I want I feel like the room’s spinning. He looks over at me and says, “You don’t look good, you’re swaying. Eat something.” Again, I blamed it on my terrible sinuses and headache, but I listened and had some broccoli soup and a Sobe drink. We sat talking for a while and I began to feel better. We stopped by the other store, I found a blouse, and we rushed home because I needed to make dinner. By the time I was done with everything I was exhausted and felt awful again. My head hurt, my heart was racing again, I couldn’t breathe because my nose was so stuffed and my throat felt like it was on fire. I started wondering if maybe I’d caught Strep. I was about to get up to take a shower when my mom said, “Don’t go to work! Stay home and get better!” I said, “No, I have to go.” Mario passes by and tells me, “Don’t go in.” And after feeling like a turtle on it’s back trying to get up to shower, I realized they were right, I was too sick. They convinced me to go to the doctor the next morning, so I got into bed and woke up early to shower.

The boys had slept over at Mary’s, Mom was staying with Alaethia, and Mario was working so I went on my own. When I’m in the vitals room they ask what my symptoms are and I told them about my cold and asked if I could be screened for diabetes. They were a bit shocked and asked why. I told them how I’d been feeling awful for the past two weeks and I felt like I might have diabetes. Then I weighed myself: 128.7. Officially THE MOST I’ve ever weighed in my life.

When the nurse practitioner checks me she says my throat’s inflamed (but not Strep), I have a chest infection and Sinusitis. She prescribed some meds for the Sinusitis (which I just realized I need to take again), Zithromax for the infection and a steroid. Then she sent a nurse in to poke my finger to check my blood sugars. After 10 minutes I could hear a commotion outside; they were in disbelief that the reading was mine. My sugar was at 203, 2 hours after I’d eaten breakfast. The nurse walks in, her expression serious, and says, “Yajaira! I can’t believe it. You’re diabetic! I’m so sorry.” I tell her, “It’s okay. I kind of expected it. Not this soon, but I did.”

She gives me menus and pamphlets for my new diet. Everything must now be sugar free and diet and no sweets other than the ones in the menus, most of which are fruits. She wanted me to go in today while fasting to do labwork and get that glucose test done where you drink a really sweet punch; usually the one one when you’re pregnant. I said fine. She said we’d try and get me back on track by just doing my diet and exercising, but she was afraid I might at least need to be on a pill.

I went to the pharmacy to get my meds for my Sinusitis and everything and started texting, calling and messaging everyone to let them know. It hadn’t hit me until then, really. I got a little teary-eyed for a little bit, but pretended it was because I’d been coughing up a lung. It was so weird having to go back to Dollar General to exchange the cough drops I’d just bought that morning because they weren’t sugar free.

I get home and tell Mom and she’s in shock. She kind of just stood there staring at me for a little while, like she couldn’t tell if it was actually me standing before her. And then I started with my diet. Edith, the nurse practitioner was right, she said it was going to feel like I was eating all day because I’d be eating every 3 hours: 6, 9, noon, 3, 6pm and 9pm. I called my boss to let her know I wouldn’t be in on Friday either due to my labs and told her about my ordeal. She said we’d even move my lunch hour half an hour earlier so I’d stay on my 3-hour diet. I’m so glad she’s so understanding.

Although I felt like total crap from the infection and Sinusitis, Eenan and I both had dentist appointments. I got the boys out of school early and then Eenan and I went. We thought he’d need a crown, but he just got that same filling redone and another 2. I got two molars on top filled that really needed it, plus a small one between two teeth on top. I still have two more to get filled but I didn’t want to spend too much with all the medications I’d be needing for the diabetes. I’m so proud of Eenan; he did much better than I thought he would. He only screamed once when they injected the Novocaine. Shoot, I almost screamed, too.

Mario and I went to Jorge and Maggie’s that night to chill out. We spent some time laughing outside and then on Myspace while Joe cut Mario’s hair Chuck Liddell-style (from UFC). We got home pretty damn late and we slept about 5 hours. Not even the shower at 7:45am helped. We got to the Dr.’s office and they drew blood and I drank that gross drink immediately afterwards. Then we waited an hour. Mario forgot something to entertain himself with so we just read forwards on my Centro and then we sort of took a nap until it was time to get my results.

We went to the back to get my results: 222. I am officially diabetic. My lab results won’t be in till at least Tuesday, but those results will state what Type of diabetes I have and if I’ll be using pills or insulin. I asked if there was any chance of just stabilizing my glucose with just diet and exercise and Dr. Edith said no, I’d need pills at least. Blah. Totally not what I wanted to hear.

We went to the pharmacy to pick up my glucometer and strips and all that. It seemed surreal. As we stood at the counter getting counseled Mario jokes, “I didn’t think we’d be doing this till we were old.” That’s so true. I was hoping I wouldn’t start having symptoms till I was at least 40!

They taught me how to use the machine and off we were with my little pack, which I’ll have to carry with me from now on. I’ll have to check myself right when I wake up and 2 hours after I eat, which’ll be at work.

We ran some errands for Mary with Aly watching The Little Mermaid in her carseat and then stopped by Dollar General so I could buy some snacks, like graham crackers and Rice Crispies cereal. Mario cruelly bought some Oreo Cakesters and he and the boys ate them in front of me at Mary’s. I wanted to hit something. But I got over it. Although I do want them all to follow my menus to keep them healthy for the future, I can’t rip everything away from them =\.

I followed my menu for dinner and oh my gosh, I couldn’t finish the amount of food. The three main meals are actually really big meals–well, to me anyway. My “fruit” consisted of a third of a whole melon! I still need to ask my doc about certain foods; I’m confused about how much sugar I can actually have, because my 8 animal crackers have 7g of sugar. I wonder if that goes for everything else? As long as I follow the serving size and amount of sugar, I can eat it?

I took me three tries (and pokes) to get enough blood for a good reading on my machine. I was disappointed to find out it was still at 170 :(. I don’t want to have problems like this for the rest of my life :(. They called me a “Rare case” at the doctor’s office today. I’m, so far, one of the youngest females to develop diabetes.

I always thought I’d shrivel up and die if I got diabetes, but I’m not shriveled or dead! I’m okay. And I’m going to eat well and exercise. And hopefully the silver lining will be that I’ll lose some weight in the next coming months.