Wednesday, October 17, 2012

ONE MORE DAY!

My surgery was exactly 6 weeks ago!  Tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock I will see my oral surgeon, have an x-ray, and hope to see some good healing in my upper jaw bone.  I am done with these bands!  I hope.

It has been super fun to develop such a close and loving relationship with my blender.

I have blended things I didn't think I would ever blend- almonds, oats, chicken, hamburger, beans, kale, rice, bread, tortillas, -even lettuce.

I thought you might enjoy some photos of my dinner last night.
This is how it started.  Beans and rice, salsa, sauteed celery, leeks, and peppers, sour cream, water, and lettuce. 

Blend for 40 seconds on the smoothie setting. 

Mmm, it's looking good!

Voila!  Cafe Rio flavor, baby food appearance. Yummy!



And that's the way it goes- 3 or 4 times a day.  Delicious!  I'm hoping that tomorrow I get the clearance to start chewing soft foods like scrambled eggs, oatmeal, and noodles.  If not, I might see what happens when I blend tortilla chips.  :)
 Seriously, I know this looks really gross, but I am forever grateful that the Blendtec blender exists and that I was able to get one.  It has kept me alive and healthy.  It has even kept me from losing any more weight, which is shockingly disappointing.  I had hoped that giving up white flour, candy, cookies, cakes, chips,. . .  and all other good sweet or salty treats would make a difference.  Oh well!  I am just grateful to be alive and for all of my wonderful working body parts.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

5 weeks post-op


Wednesday October 10th, 2012 -(awesome photo at end)
5 weeks! It seems like just yesterday I was still waiting for surgery.  But, hopefully I have just one week left of being banded.  I have an appointment tomorrow and I'll see what my doctor says then.  The week that I came home- about 2 1/2 weeks ago, I worked really hard to clean my home and get back into the swing of motherhood.  I guess I worked too hard, but I didn't feel like it at the time.  The next week I crashed hard and had to watch all my hard work revert while the children spread crumbs over the carpet and dirt on the walls.  It's not really totally destroyed, but I did have to take it easy.  Instead of cleaning, I sewed.  I'm working on a quilt for Emmeline . It is simple but absolutely gorgeous!  I'm very close to having the top finished.

Being home has been wonderful, but also difficult.  I've been hit in the jaw three times.  Audrey caught a cold and gave it to me.  That's sharing at it's finest!  I'm not sleeping well, even though Judd is doing all of the middle of the night child duties.  The hardest thing has been watching my family eat junk food all day long.  There seems to be a constant stream of candy, cookies, chips. . . and I can't eat any of it.  I just smell it and tell myself that was as good as eating it.  It really is close.  I'm hoping to maintain this new habit because I REALLY do not want to gain back the 10 pounds I lost. Those 10 pounds were a new addition that I gained after losing weight when I got my braces on.  I'm not sure how to prevent them from coming back.  My plan is to only eat when hungry and to continue exercising.  It's been so interesting to eat from my blender for so long.  I'm focusing on getting a lot of protein and also fruits, vegetables, and whole grains.  I would like to keep the switch to whole grains.  It's going to be hard because my family is anti whole wheat, anti- whole grain pasta, anti brown rice, anti oatmeal.  So, I might just have to offer both kinds for a while. I know I can win some of them over to the dark side! In the meantime, I made them homemade rolls and cinnamon bread yesterday.  They were so excited that I baked again!

As can be expected, I continue to learn from this experience:

1.I've learned that not having feeling in a body part is really a handicap.  While I'm grateful to not feel pain in my upper teeth, eating against a palate void of all feeling is difficult.  Today I held an ice cube against my palate- nothing.  I have been sensing twinges of cold in my two front teeth- at least I think I have.  But, when I touch them, I can't feel it.  I know that when I start to chew again, it will be challenging to do so with no feeling in my top teeth.

2. I've learned that healing from a broken bone actually does require more sleep. For me, it requires about two hours more sleep than I was getting before, so 8-9 hours instead of 6-7. I feel like a little kid again.

3. I've learned that yelling with clenched/banded teeth is really difficult and not worth it.  It causes me pain later and at the moment when I attempt to yell, I get the distinct impression that I resemble a frothing dog. My children say I sound like I am mad all of the time.  Try talking with clenched teeth and you will see what they mean.

4. I have learned that raw frozen spinach really has no taste when mixed into a smoothie.  I have tried it with every possible combination, including with just ice cream and peaches.  That was the most delicious peach spinach milkshake, even if it was green.

5. I have learned that I had a habit of licking food off of my fingers, based on the number of times that I try to do it, only to be thwarted by the fact that I cannot open my mouth.

6. I have learned that I do not lick my lips.  While I am addicted to chapstick, being banded shut has not made any difference.  I still need it just as much as before.  My lips still get chapped.

7. I've learned that some food tastes pretty good after being blended, like beans and brown rice, and some food turns into super baby food cement- like potatoes. DO NOT BLEND POTATOES!

7. Another thing I have learned is something I already knew.  But, I think I learn it deeper each time it happens.  I have learned that "With God, nothing is impossible".  No matter what it is, God will make you equal to the trials that you face in life, if you turn to Him.  People have been shocked and horrified by what I have gone through with my mouth problem and the jaw surgery.  Yes, it has been really hard.  There's no doubt about that.  But, I knew going into this surgery that I would survive. During the awful initial recovery period, I used two techniques to get me through.  When I started to panic, I chanted over and over in my head, "The Lord is my light and my strength." This was a mutation of Psalm 27 which starts, "The Lord is the strength of my life.  The Lord is my light and salvation."  I couldn't remember it correctly.  My brain was so foggy.  It didn't matter though.  Turning to the Lord gave me the strength to take one more breath.

The other technique was suggested by someone, who shall remain nameless.  I was having panic attacks while trying to fall asleep, afraid that I wouldn't be able to breathe. The suggestion was to pray myself to sleep, praying in detail for each of my children, and to just keep going until I fell asleep.  So, maybe praying with the intention of falling asleep isn't very righteous, but I think Heavenly Father understood, and my prayers were sincere. It was comforting to be praying for the welfare of others instead of focusing on myself.

Many people have remarked how they couldn't have their teeth banded or wired shut for 6 weeks.  I would have thought the same thing of myself.  But, it's not true. You can do anything with God.  ANYTHING.  Whatever He requires of you, you can do.  Whatever trials you face, you can emerge from the darkness with strengthened faith.  In the LDS church we like to talk about the refiner's fire a lot.  We consider large trials in our life to be our own personal visits into that fire.  It isn't a pleasant trip, but going through the refiner's fire strips away impurities and strengthens what is left behind. Afterwards, you wonder how you were ever happy living with those impurities.  You are changed.  If you have ever experienced a planned empowering natural childbirth, the feelings are similar.  It's the power of learning that you can do HARD THINGS.  So, to my wonderful friends and family, all blessed with your own kaleidoscope of trials, YES, you could do this too, if it were asked of you.  You can do hard things.  We all can.  With God, nothing is impossible.

Thursday October 11, 2012

I just had my dr. appt.  Everything looks good.  He said I could start opening my mouth a little bit now and a gain with the bands on.  I have my 6 week appt. next Thursday.  I think scrambled eggs are in my future!

And my quilt top is done!


Friday, October 5, 2012

Amahl For This! Happy Birthday Reuben!

Today is my oldest son Reuben's 14th birthday.  Which means that my 35th birthday is just around the bend.  I brought Reuben home from the hospital the day I turned 21.  That was a hard day.  My sweet hubby left me home alone with a new baby and spent hours shopping to buy me presents . I think he had a great time.  I was miserable. It was night time. I was in pain. I didn't know what I was doing.  And I was alone with a brand new baby in a small dark basement apartment.  That sounds kind of appealing now- the being alone with just one little baby part. :)  But, joking aside, Reuben is really starting to grow up, inside and out. We've come a long way from that day 14 years ago.

Reuben came into the world after just 3 hours and 33 minutes of labor- at 3:33 a.m. on Ocober 5th, 1998.  He was small- 6 lbs. 12 ounces and 19 inches long, with chubby cheeks and an elf bump on his ear.  He had these incredibly alert eyes that stared right into our souls.

Reuben was a nursing fiend.  He nursed for 12 hours every day with one hour breaks in between.

By age 6 months Reuben was an ice cream eating pro. The next month Grandma Kristie fed him french fries along with ice cream at the Cougar Eat while I was in class at BYU.

At 8 1/2 months Reuben decided to walk.  He never crawled.  I guess the commercial carpet was too scratchy.

At 10 months Reuben walked with Mommy and Daddy when we both graduated.  He was adorable in his little cap and gown.

Around 16 months he started to sing and NEVER STOPPED.

At 20 months Reuben opened the fridge and told us he wanted some 7 "U" ""P"

We knew we were in trouble then.

At 2 he woke up one morning and said, "These are my demands.  I want a donut, carrots, and some chocolate milk!"

At 2 1/2 Reuben stood on the bench and gave birth to his stuffed duck in the middle of sacrament meeting, pulling it out from between his legs and yelling, "I birthed Ducky!"

Reuben became a big brother at age two and has graciously welcomed a total of 5 siblings into the world.  He is the best big brother!

It has been so fun to watch Reuben grow and see him develop his talents.  And he is soooo talented!

Reuben plays the trumpet in the concert band and the jazz band at school.  He also recently auditioned for and joined the Granite Junior Youth Symphony.

He has been a member of the Janeen Brady Children's Choir for two years ( by force)

He has been taking voice lessons since he was 11. ( by force, but he has stopped complaining)

Reuben recently auditioned for an operetta  and was cast as the lead in "Amahl and the Night Visitors". He may not be thrilled about still being a soprano, but he has the most beautiful voice.  I wish I could sing like
that!

Tomorrow he will sing in a choir for General Conference.  He's so lucky!

He missed a 4.0 by one A- last year. Drat!  But, more importantly, he always does his homework without being told.

He is best friends with his brother Tim.

Reuben is a few merit badges away from being ready for his Eagle Project and finished his Duty to God requirements for a Deacon- with plenty of time to spare LAST NIGHT!

He has faithfully served as the Deacon's Quorum President for about 6 months.

Reuben is hoping to outgrow a lot of clothes this year and surpass me in height. He is currently about 1 inch shorter than me.  It's wonderful and a little sad to see my first baby about to overtake me vertically.  Before I know it, he'll be driving.  And dating.  5 years might seem like a long time now, but that mission call is really just around the bend.  My little boy is getting so big, but not too big to accidentally call me Mommy now and again when no one else is listening.  Not too big to hug me goodnight.  Not too big to chase his little sister around the house and swing her through the air. Happy Birthday Reuben.  I love you!  And I hope you will forgive me for putting this into cyberspace.