An Old Post I'm Letting Go!
Monday, July 28, 2008 by Amy
So, day three of potty training went a lot better than day one. Day one included constant puddles and not one pee on the potty. Avery is having fun changing undies, whether she needs to or not. On day one, she asked to change undies because she wanted ones with a different design. I asked her to please sit on the potty first. She said "I will after I pee in these!" Uh, no, that's not how it works! Last night I reluctantly put her in a diaper before bed, since day two involved on pee in the morning (on a pile of my clean laundry) and then nothing all day. However, she did not pee in her diaper overnight, so I woke up this morning and put her on the potty and she peed! Then she continued peeing on the potty all day today. Well, she did have one miss. She finally started asking to go potty. She usually doesn't realize that she has to go until she had leaked a little, so we still have to change her undies every time. So, we're on our way!
I smashed my finger pretty darn good yesterday. It hurt like the dickens. I was putting Riley's training wheels back on her bike and the wrench slipped and the handle totally squashed my left index finger. I don't recall pain like that since childbirth. Seriously. The nail is actually cracked down by the cuticle and one of the fragments is pushed in. Ouch. Now, more that 24 hours later, I finally have feeling back in my finger tip. The nail bed, however, is still numb. I hope the nail doesn't fall off. I think I'd barf. I don't think it will, though. The bruise on my nail is pretty small. I felt bad, though, because of the pain I had to sit with my hand in a bowl of ice water and of course Avery wanted to nurse and I just couldn't take it. I said no. She sat about five feet from me and sniffled and pouted. In retrospect I feel really bad about that, but at the time I was just so in pain and furious (I get grumpy when I'm in pain, ask Rudi). Finally, Avery went over to the couch and fell asleep on her own without nursing.
Speaking of pain, I have a toothache. Of course. I've had pain in this tooth before. I think the filling is wearing down. Perhaps I just need a new filling. If something else is wrong, I'll just have it pulled. It's my very back molar. I have so use for it. I'm sick of dental work. Just pull the darn thing. I'll just deal with it, or get an implant later. From now on, I'm going straight for implant. Root canals are sooooo last year. Seriously, though, I'm getting to the point where my reservations about dentists are boring upon the irrational. I don't think I can stand one more shot in my mouth. I really think that I may need oral sedation every time I go now. My fondest memory of getting my implants is that I have no memory of it at all. Nice.
I smashed my finger pretty darn good yesterday. It hurt like the dickens. I was putting Riley's training wheels back on her bike and the wrench slipped and the handle totally squashed my left index finger. I don't recall pain like that since childbirth. Seriously. The nail is actually cracked down by the cuticle and one of the fragments is pushed in. Ouch. Now, more that 24 hours later, I finally have feeling back in my finger tip. The nail bed, however, is still numb. I hope the nail doesn't fall off. I think I'd barf. I don't think it will, though. The bruise on my nail is pretty small. I felt bad, though, because of the pain I had to sit with my hand in a bowl of ice water and of course Avery wanted to nurse and I just couldn't take it. I said no. She sat about five feet from me and sniffled and pouted. In retrospect I feel really bad about that, but at the time I was just so in pain and furious (I get grumpy when I'm in pain, ask Rudi). Finally, Avery went over to the couch and fell asleep on her own without nursing.
Speaking of pain, I have a toothache. Of course. I've had pain in this tooth before. I think the filling is wearing down. Perhaps I just need a new filling. If something else is wrong, I'll just have it pulled. It's my very back molar. I have so use for it. I'm sick of dental work. Just pull the darn thing. I'll just deal with it, or get an implant later. From now on, I'm going straight for implant. Root canals are sooooo last year. Seriously, though, I'm getting to the point where my reservations about dentists are boring upon the irrational. I don't think I can stand one more shot in my mouth. I really think that I may need oral sedation every time I go now. My fondest memory of getting my implants is that I have no memory of it at all. Nice.
