Weihnachtsmarkt Muenster 2008

BJD and I by the Nativity Scene at the Aegidimarkt in Muenster

Me, in front of the Nativity Scene

BJD, eating a krakauer wurst. The guy behind him, with the braids, called me BJD's verlopted - his fiance. How sweet.

One of the things I love most about Muenster - the musicians playing. Most were good (these were very good).

BJD standing in the center of the city, looking his best!

What I'm thankful for today

A short list:



1) My newfound friendship here in Germany with the aptly named G.



2) Medical technology.



3) My husband.



4) Germany's socialized healthcare system that recognizes the importance of work/life/home balance (and will be providing us with daily household help for the next 4 weeks, paid).



5) My amazing son who reminds me that faith is there and has not left me.



6) Knowing other mamas who've been there, with varying outcomes. And no matter what the outcome, still come by and cheer me on.



7) Being up for 2 hours in the middle of the night (can't sleep but man and I tired!) so I can share this list with you



8) ANTIBIOTICS! People, they work!

Quick update

Because I haven't written in a few days, just wanted ya'll to know I'm still alive.

I'm miserable, but alive.

I've still got this cold. But it's progressed from sore throats and generally feeling like crap to my inability to use my nose for breathing. And when my nose does decide to work, my lungs don't - so I end up coughing.

Oh the joys of cold, wet, German weather.

At least keeping the windows open (and the heat on) keeps the air cool enough to breathe.

Bubba Joe is still coughing but is generally much better. BJD was also sick - but his cold was gone by the time he went back to work. (BTW - here in Germany his doc took him out of work for 3 days for his cold for him to get better. His company must honor the docs writeup.)

The good news is that I finished my 2nd 24-hour urine collection. BJD bought me some test strips a few weeks ago when I started not feeling well just to check my protein levels (should be 0). Before sending in my sample, I took a dip test and yeah! it was 0!!!

Saw the OB Friday. She thinks little girl weighs 1kg now. Wow. I'm 26 weeks. I have no clue what it will be like to hold and nurse and take care of a full-termer. But I'm hopeful!!! and planning on it!

Random Facts Tag - thanks Crystal!

Here are the rules:

1) Link to the person who tagged you (check out her beautiful belly!)
2) Post the rules on your blog (copy and paste 1-6)
3) Write 6 random things about yourself
4) Tag 6 people at the end of your post and link to them
5) Let each person know they have been tagged and leave a comment on their blog
6) Let the tagger know when your entry is up.

So here goes:

1) I used to be scared of the dark. I'm talking I shared a room with my sister and if she got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom I'd wake up from a dead sleep and cry until she came back in. To this day, I try to be "brave" and not be scared. But sometimes, I'm still pretty freaked out.

2) I've always had vivid dreams. Not just during pregnancy (although this time around they are a bit more extreme). I've dreamt about my great-grandmother just after she passed away. I've dreamt about my dad. But one of my most memorable dreams was as a little girl. I dreamt I was playing in the backyard and there was a hole in the ground. I loved dressing up, dresses, heels, the works. I dreamt I accidentally lost a heel in the hole. Then the devil himself came up from the earth angry and violent. He blew down my house (like the wolves in the three little pigs). And being a weird dream, it was only the front of the house. The framewas there - you know, like a dollhouse. And there was my family, doing what they would normally be doing.

3) I love cartoons. And dry humor. And mindless humor. One of my all-time favorites is Dude, Where's my Car? BJD has even taught our son to say, Dude! Sweet! and I love it.

4) I have strong religious convictions. But I don't believe in pushing them on anyone else. I was born and raised in a Christian home, but did not understand what it meant until college. It was there that I first really learned what it meant to be a Christian and began following Christ. I've always found it interesting that some of the most horrible critics are those in our own faith. And perhaps that's why I don't push. I sadly met too many people right after being a Christian that were highly critical and judgemental. That life is not for me.

5) I'm learning to embrace life in Germany. I've spent the first year comparing good versus bad, what's better in the States and just missing things. Which I find odd. While in the States, I tried hard to incorporate more German things. Now that I'm in Germany, I try to incorporate more things from the States.

6) I'm watching The Simpsons right now. As is Bubba Joe and BJD. We're a family of fans.

So who to tag ... who to tag ... let's see.

My sister, at Life, the Universe and Camping
Em's mom, yet again, at steeped insanity
Donna, at Life With Amelia
Denise, at A Woman with Hobbit Feet
Jeff, at Inklings of Faith
and lastly, Charly, at Throck Manash

Have fun ya'll!

Photo Tag ...

Oops. Guess I should be checking my blogs, er, tags.

Heather over at Bubbles and Ducks tagged me.

Fourth file, fourth picture.

And I just rearranged my pictures folder!

This is a picture Bubba Joe's Dad (aka BJD) took on his new camera phone. I think it's a nice profile of our little man.

And what I realized after I posted is this picture shows Bubba Joe's right ear.

While his right ear may not seem so different from his left ear, the truth is that his right ear is slightly more pointed than his left. Why? When he was in the NICU (remember, he was born early due to preeclampsia) I unknowingly replaced his hat without checking his ears. This meant his ear was slightly bent under his hat. I don't think it hurt him though (certainly not like the daily blood tests he went through).

His ear is much less pointy than in his baby pictures (it really was quite noticable) but it is a constant reminder of his NICU experience ... just like the permanent scarring on his left foot as a result of the hospital bracelet rubbing his skin raw (he was so tiny they put it on his leg).

So who am I tagging? Hmmm, let's see.

My sister, over at Life, the Universe and Camping
Em's mom, at steeped insanity
G, at From the Big Apple to the Big Bear
and Megan, at Worcester Wonderland


So, have fun! Remember, fourth file, fourth picture. And tag four people.


I know I've got at least one more tag out there I've got to do ... I promise I'll get to it!

7 sharps or 5 flats?

I often find myself trying to remember all the facts I learned in undergrad about music theory.

And I found myself pondering in the middle of the night just why a piece would be composed in say, C-sharp versus D-flat.

Not that when you play it there's a difference. (or is there?)

But for me, I always found it easier to read music when there were flats, not sharps. Why is that? In fact, one of my favorite key signatures to play in has always been G-flat (NOT F-sharp). Hmmm.

So I'm sitting here struggling to figure out why a composer would prefer sharps over flats ... is it just a preference? Is there a tonal difference?

Anyone?

What's going on ...

Well, Bubba Joe and I are both sick. We have been. ALL. WEEK.

Let me just say that one or the other, I could handle. But both of us? Come on. Seriously? And while his fever finally broke, he's still coughing like mad. And for the first time in over a year, he's fighting us to take any medicines and for breathing treatments.

As for me, I went to the doc today to confirm that it is just viral and hasn't gotten worse. I'm allowed Tylenol (which surprisingly is helping me feel more human). And some sinus-plant-based crap that made my BP skyrocket. No more of that for me. Oh yeah, and breathing treatments. I'm on breathing treatments too.

How fun.

My head is full. My nose is running. I'm not really coughing, but I just feel like crap.

And Bubba Joe - well, so long as he gets what he wants he's okay. And before you go thinking we've got a spoiled little brat on our hands (which maybe we do), if he starts crying then he can't breathe and starts coughing all over again. So, we really do try to appease him (within reason of course).

Oh to be healthy again.

~~~~~

On a more positive note, we've started cloth diapering. We're using normal prefolds and wool covers. Pretty much like what I know when I was a teenager and babysitting. It's working quite well. Bubba Joe had a diaper rash last week and we switched back to sposies for a few days - but we think it's all related to his being sick. And oh yeah, we use something called disposable liners. It's a thin piece of flushable material that catches poo. Wicked cool. Without that, um, yeah, not sure how long I could stomach the scraping of poo in the toilet. Eww.

~~~~~

We put up the Christmas tree today. We'll be decorating this weekend. Bubba Joe's Opa and Oma were here - dropping off soup (borscht - super yummy) and Opa helped Bubba Joe's Dad bring the tree down from the attic. Of course, Bubba Joe wanted to be with the boys. By the time they all came back downstairs, Bubba Joe was talking all about the tannenbaum. He won't touch it - oh no! It's yet another of those texture things with him. But he loves looking at it. Hopefully he'll get into decorating it tomorrow and Sunday!

Tomorrow is Niklaus Tag - not sure what it really means but it's always on the 6th of December and children get a present. We picked up something small for Bubba Joe. And, I'm pretty sure that we're 90% done with our shopping for this year. Now if we could just get around to writing the Christmas newsletter to go with our cards and boxing up and shipping the stuff for my family back in Ohio ... :)

Thanksgiving 2008 - in pictures

We celebrated Thanksgiving earlier this year, when Ms. Thaing and her B-Boy brother came to visit at the end of October. I posted previously our menu, but only today realized I never posted the pictures! It was a great meal, with great friends and even the pies (thanks Mom for sending me the pecans!) were delicious!!!

I'm learning to make lots of food from scratch here in Germany. We just don't have foods that I considered convenience foods - i.e. premade pie crusts, pecans, canned pumpkin, much less pie plates. Thanks to my college piano teacher, I have a few more disposable pie plates that have yet to be destroyed ... but I'll have to find a long-term substitute as I make lots of pies/quiches lately!

To all my American friends and family, I pray this this Thanksgiving weekend brings you the ability to take the time to reflect on our lives and all that we have to be thankful for ... good health, family, friends, and for me, a healthy pregnancy!

Happy Thanksgiving to all!

B-Boy and I both celebrated birthdays at the end of October ... so one pie was for him and the other was for me!

What dreams may come ... (one of my favorite movies BTW)

It's normal for me to have vivid dreams. Dreams I remember. Dreams that scare the crap out of me. Dreams that inspire.

Add to that all the wonderful pregnancy hormones and the fear of being considered high-risk and well, you've got yourself one dreaming gal.

Last night I dreamt about some past, um, well, let's call them ex-boyfriends. Well, one specifically. I've dreamt about him actually often. But maybe that's because I've often wondered what ever became of him - if he became the man he wanted to be (he was known to be a bit of a player back then) and if his family was still together.

In this dream, there we are, both of us with our families. Pretending not to notice the other because of the past (we didn't exactly end our relationship on the best of terms). And then at one point I walked straight up to him and told him how I had felt about him through the years. It was an open, honest, raw moment. I haven't had one of those in a dream in quite some time. (In fact, I think the last time I had such a moment was after my dad died and I dreamt he and I were speaking while he was in heaven ... I asked him if he could see and hear us, he had to go ask God, who of course said yes. I asked him if he would continue to be able to do so, he had to go ask God again, who again, said yes. Then I had this sensation of falling and boom! I woke up. Very surreal.)

Back to my dream last night.

So I confronted this ex of mine and told him exactly how I had felt about him through the years. I then shared that in spite of the feelings I had, I was so very thankful to be madly in love with my husband and son.

It was strange. I've never tried to verbalize feelings for another man other than my husband. But it's true that I dated before Bubba Joe's dad. And I had fun doing so. (I also had my heart trampled on quite a few times, but that was all part of the experience.)

I realized then and there just how much I truly love my husband.

I cannot imagine taking a single step in this life without him by my side.

He has seen me at my best. He's seen me at my worst. But mostly, from day one, he's seen through all the walls and barriers that I put up, pretending to be someone I'm not.

He's helped me to see my gentle side as a side that is strong. And that my weaknesses can be improved upon.

He's held me up when I fell. He's carried me what I crumbled. He's been my source of inspiration on so many levels. (and all this for a guy who was raised atheist ... not bad, eh?)

So while I have a tendency to wonder what if about so many things in my life, I do not have regrets. Nope, I don't regret you, my ex, for all those times we spent together. Because without you, I wouldn't have found my BJD. And without my BJD, I wouldn't have found me.

It feels like home ...

We have snow.

Big fat, beautiful snowflakes.

Falling snowly.

Gently.

Lightly covering the ground

with white.

It's simply beautiful.

Sitting at home, in Duelmen, instead of in Berlin

and why?

Because I'm not feeling that great.

I haven't been all week, but I just chalked it up to not getting enough sleep. (I tend to get anxious just before a big event - like getting cloth diapers, or visiting friends, or a big meeting ...)

But nope. I'm just feeling crappy.

We were supposed to have taken the fast train yesterday out to Berlin to hang out with some amazing (newish) friends and celebrate Thanksgiving.

But nope.

We're sitting at home, bored out of our minds. Knowing that had we taken that train, we'd be having a blast.

I asked Bubba Joe's dad to call my high-risk doc today though - just needed to find out what to do just in case. There's not one specific thing that has me feeling icky - I am nauseous but can eat. I feel a bit crampy sometimes too. And at both my midwife and my regular OB appointments they commented that my belly was hard (which I only later learned COULD be an indicator of preterm labor).

They (the high-risk docs office) gave him what to watch out for.

***sigh***

But I really wanted to be overwhelmed with Berlin ... looking at the wide selection of english books, the sheer joy of being in Berlin, hanging out with amazing people, Bubba Joe having fun too.

I have a headache now too ... I think I'll go lay down.

I've wanted to do this for a long time now ...

and looks like we're finally going to just jump right in and start. Cloth diapering that is.

With a 2nd one on the way and Bubba Joe showing no real interest in potty training, on top of finding a company that will give us a "trial" period to see if we really do like it, we're jumping in.

And that, my dear reader, is why I haven't written anything to you in a while.

I've been busy researching different types of diapers, from fabrics to covers to how to prepare them for the first use to general maintenance.

I've been busy creating excel spreadsheet after excel spreadsheet, comparing costs from various websites and building up my wish lists - including links and formulas.

And I've even had a few dreams about cloth diapers.

We're planning on ordering this week so we can prep them over the weekend and start using. We're almost out of our pampers, so we need to move soon.

I'll keep ya'll informed as to the "end result". The best part is that if we stick with it, it's SUCH a huge cost savings for our next little one. Yeah!!!

Halfway there ...

20 weeks this week. 20/40 weeks gone and (hopefully) 20 more to go.

We had our appointment today at the Uni-Klinik in Muenster. Can I just tell you how completely impressed I am with the doctors there?

Today was a high-level ultrasound. It was pretty intense and I was very nervous. It has the ability to show if something is off - increasing my risks of getting sick again.

Guess what?

It's a girl.

Seriously, it is a girl. Our regular OB said so a few weeks ago but we wanted at least one more ultrasound before announcing it to the world.

But I don't think that's what you thought I'd say - so, guess what? She's perfect! I'm perfect! So far, so good.

Now, that doesn't mean that things can't go wrong. This is life we're talking about.

But it does mean that we've made it this far and thus far, things are well, healthy. And that's all I can ask for.

I'm still seeing a doc every 2 weeks. I'm still being closely monitored.

But today, just for now, I'm relaxing into the possibility that I might just be able to have the (dare I say it?) pregnancy I've dreamt of.

Burg Vischering with Ms. Thaing and T-Boy

The great proposal ...


Bubba Joe and his Dad trying to lift a sack full of weights that weigh what a full coat of armor weighs (how many times can I use the word weigh in that sentence?)




Taking a tour of the inside, Ms. Thaing and T-Boy pose with a stranger



Bubba Joe loves his Uncle T-Boy (and Ms. Thaing, being Ms. Thaing, had to get in the picture)

Burg Vischering on the outside (the house itself sits in water ... quite beautiful!)

Thanksgiving on Halloween

Today, we are celebrating Thanksgiving.

Ms. Thaing and her brother, T-Boy, are visiting for the week.

Our menu consists of:

Turkey Ballotine
Green Beans
Wild Rice Stuffing
Butternut Squash Soup
Pumpkin Pie
and last but absolutely not least
Pecan Pie

Yumm!!!

Hopefully I'll remember to take some pictures!

The ugly truth

I am a mean jealous person.



I am.



Maybe you never knew it (maybe you did).



Oh, and I'm bitter. Baby, I am one bitter person.



Where is all this coming from?



My sister in law is pregnant. She didn't know. She wasn't trying. In fact, she was not trying. Her son is well, a difficult child. He's just way different than Bubba Joe - who enjoys reading books and drawing and being creative and playing the piano and running around.



Oh, and she's almost done with her first trimester before she even suspects that she's pregnant.



And I hate her.



There.



I said it.



I hate her.



We busted our asses. We've been through hell and back with Bubba Joe's pregnancy. I can't even begin to tell you the number of times we went back and forth as to whether to try again. I mean, the risks may be low, but they're there. They're higher, than say, my sister in law's.



I mean, at some point, isn't there a risk that I may lose it all? My life? My child's life? My Bubba Joe?



And there she is, not even trying and finding herself pregnant. No prenatals taken before getting pregnant. No high-risk pregnancy for her.



But for me.



It's all there for me.



I don't want to be reminded of how inadequate my body is during pregnancy.



I'm reminded of that daily when I have to take my BP 3x. Or when I poke my finger to draw blood and check my sugar levels. Or of all the many appointments with doctors to keep an overview on my health.



And there she is - barely 9 weeks behind me.



And I feel mean and hurtful and spiteful and bitter.



I hate preeclampsia.

It's amazing to me ...

but I really come up with quite a few stunning blog posts in the middle of the night.

And by the time I wake up, they're long gone.

I'm pretty sure the next blog I write (excepting this one in which I'm writing about nothing) will be about things I like about living here in Germany. I don't think I've really discussed that much.

BTW - I voted last week. My first time voting overseas. Quite an experience. I liked it!

:)

The Preeclampsia Foundation - educating families

By now, most of you know that I'm very passionate about preeclampsia education.

Preeclampsia robbed me of any ideas I had for a normal, healthy birth. Preeclampsia is what I blame for Bubba Joe's ongoing health issues.

A few months after Bubba Joe came home from the NICU, I found the Preeclampsia Organization. They are an online support group - but they are also so much more than that. Founded by, and supported by, top researchers and victems of the disease, they've produced the following video. Please check it out. And please share it with any woman you know who is pregnant or considering becoming pregnant.

As GI Joe once said (at least I think it was him!) knowledge is power.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W2g_WJDrogo

Duelmener Wildpferd

Fall has arrived and unlike last year, the trees are actually showing some reds. BJD, Bubba Joe and I today decided to go and visit the Duelmen Wild Horses - one of the only things that Duelmen is well-known for in Germany.

These horses are slightly smaller than modern horses. And from what I read online, they are considered endangered. Their genetics goes back hundreds of years and they have not been mixed with any other horse breed.

They are stunning.

Annually, the horses are round-up and you can buy tickets. But as we just found out this week, the tickets for next spring's round-up are pretty much sold out - unless you want to stand for the entire 4 hour show ... which of course, we don't.

Bubba Joe enjoyed visiting with the horses ... though he had just as much fun walking through the field behind us and stomping on the dirt mounds the local maulwurfs had dug up (something he and his dad do often in our backyard).
It cost us 2.50 Euro per adult entrance fee. They're supposed to charge 1.50 Euro per child, but they guy didn't. He was more interested in asking BJD about our Citroen, which BJD was more than happy to talk about! They are only open until November 1st, on Friday's and Saturday's, and only if the weather is nice. Wow. Those are a lot of restrictions - especially considering the weather here is more unpredictable than that in NE Ohio!!!

Breathing Treatments

Okay, so this is a week old already, but I wanted to share a few pics of Bubba Joe getting his breathing treatments ...

Where'dya get those glasses?

Random Facts Meme

Okay. I'm a sucker. I saw this on Yelli's blog a few weeks ago and have been trying to decide when to write (and what to write).

Here are six random facts about me:

1) When I was a little girl, I was terrified of the dark. I shared a room with my sister for many years and if she would get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, I would wake up and cry until she came back. I'm still a bit freaked out about the dark, but I try to be a "big girl" now.

2) I have naturally curly hair. Back in the 80s, when perms were popular, I begged my mom to get a perm just to be cool.

3) As strong-willed and driven as I am, I am a big chicken. I don't like to stand up for myself (or anyone else) but guilt overcomes me and I just do it.

4) When I first met Bubba Joe's Dad (aka BJD), I thought he was boring-looking and not very interesting. Three months later, I couldn't stop thinking about it. To this day, I find him fascinating and intriguing.

5) My undergrad is in Applied Music because I chickened out of my senior piano performance. I have a minor in Geology. And a few years ago, I finished my MBA in International Management. I still have no idea what I want to be when I grow up.

6) I am NOT a patient person. Okay, so most of you who know me personally know this. But I'm not patient. And I'm really not a nice person either - I've always enjoyed making fun of people (without them knowing, of course!)

I'm supposed to tag people to forward this on, but I'm still not sure how to do that. Instead, if you want, do this meme and follow the rules:

1. Link to the person who tagged you.2. Post the rules on the blog.3. Write six random things about yourself.4. Tag six people at the end of your post.5. Let each person know they have been tagged.6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.

Ouch! (warning, may be TMI)

TMI = too much information

So far, my pregnancy has been progessing well, as expected.

That is, up until yesterday.

(and here's where the TMI will come into play ...)

I went to the bathroom and was horrified when things just did NOT move! I mean, I spent a good 1/2 hour sitting there, chatting it up with my mom, just figuring things were slow. Nope.

They were not slow, they were stopped.

So I just sat and relaxed, trying to let things come. I drank water, ate prunes, ate a bit of yogurt with flax seeds ... all things that have worked in the past. I then drank some non-clear apple juice.

Finally I begged BJD to go to the pharmacy and get me something, anything, to make things move.

Then Bubba Joe woke up.

Ugh.

Things did eventually, well, come out ... somewhat. But my butt is sore and I can tell I've still got a ways to go.

I'm thinking it might be my new prenatals. Hey! Does anyone know what it means ... wait, let me back up ... the prenatals list stuff in either mg or what looks like the greek mu symbol and g for grams. The iron is in this greek letter and g format. What is that??? How does that convert to mg? (I'm thinking it's the new prenatal that has me all, um, yeah, you get it.)

We're off ...

well, at least we're up. BJD took today off, since last Friday (a holiday here) he was working in Hungary.

The boys are in the shower, I'm chillin' out checking my BP, and then it's breakfast and glasses for Bubba Joe!

I'm curious to see what selections for kids they have ... hopefully we'll get him some cool black plastic rimmed framed - just like his dad's!

... and the verdict is ...

Bubba Joe needs glasses.

After many many many attempts at him looking through the eye-measuring-machine-thingee-that-has-a-balloon-in-it-that-Bubba-Joe-didn't-care-about, we got him to look through it.

And he needs glasses.

We're home now.

He's watching dinosaurs (land before time).

And I'm trying to relax.

So much for checking my BP 3x daily, much less my sugar. That's gone out the window since Bubba Joe's been sick.

Hopefully we'll get to order the glasses this week ... and hopefully he'll enjoy wearing his own glasses as much as he does mine or his dad's.

Broken DVD player

And we're just too lazy to send it back to Amazon for repair.

But I promise we'll do it tomorrow ... or the next day ... at least by this Friday when BJD is off because he worked last Friday (German Reunification Day - major holiday here).

In the meantime, the awesome penguin movie I just purchased from Amazon UK will have to wait - all 3 of our laptops are permanently set to region 1 - for DVDs from the US.

We used the DVD player for all german DVDs (which I think includes all Euro DVDs).

Now it's off to bed ... big day tomorrow.

We wake up early, give Bubba Joe 3 sets of eyedrops to numb his eyes then off to the eye doctor to see if he needs glasses. Life just keeps getting well, more fun. :)

Oh, what a week it's been.

We knew it ... I mean, we knew it.

After our WEBMU meetup last week in Bremen, we knew Bubba Joe would get sick.

You see, being a preemie parent doesn't end when the child is big enough or old enough ... at least not for us. Being a preemie parent is what kept me house-bound for nearly 10 months, numerous trips to the doctor and even a few late-night trips to the emergency room. And why? Because dear Bubba Joe doesn't just get the sniffles. He has only once that I can think of in the last 29 months had what I would call a simple cold - one that didn't turn quickly into an ear infection (or burst eardrum - yeah, that was real fun with a 4 month old) or breathing difficulties).

But, we know that he's getting older and the only way to really build up his immune system is well, to expose him to germs.

At 10 months, he started going out to dinner with us (and grabbing waitresses butts too - thank God he's a cutie!). He still had colds and ear infections and breathing difficulties, but we exposed him.

So it has come as no surprise when just this past week, after running around with 3 other kiddies (having TONS of fun I might add) and more importantly (at least in the case of the germs) crawling around the floors of restaurants on his hands and knees, Bubba Joe has come down with yet another cold.

And BJD and I have learned a few very important lessons about medical treatment in Germany. BJD was in Hungary this week for work - from Thursday to Friday. Bubba Joe had a cold in the beginning of the week and we started breathing treatments as preventative. (From 1 year of age up to his 2nd birthday, he received 3 breathing treatments daily as preventative - when he was sick, it was every 4 hours. I consider us "experts".)

But, as you may have guessed, with BJD out of town, things got worse. And fast.

Me, having lost all confidence in my German language abilities, asked BJD to call, from Hungary, Henry's peds office. They were on vacation. He called the on-call docs office. They were also on vacation. (It is important to note that BJD was calling on Thursday - German Reunification Day - a major holiday here in Germany.) He called the Notartzt (Not = emergency, artzt = doctor). They said if he was having such issues it was best to go to them (in the hospital) to get checked out.

I didn't want to go to the hospital. Certainly not without BJD. Not yet at least. Bubba Joe's breathing was troubled, but he wasn't having retractions (really struggling visably) yet.

My SIL got me in to see a doc here in town. He was older and commented on Bubba Joe's name. :) He was nice and gave us a prescription for cough syrup and said the best thing for a parent to do is expose their kids to germs. (Dude - I agree completely. But when *every* single time we expose him lands us on steroids for breathing problems, I gotta problem with exposing him!)

By Friday, BJD came home very late. Bubba Joe was having retractions. We contemplated taking Bubba Joe in at 11:30 pm or taking the wait and see approach.

We waited.

Saturday, we got up and were still contemplating - I knew he just needing some stronger medicine for his breathing treatments. I did not think he needed cough syrup. Unfortunately, we had used up the stronger stuff a few months ago and forgot to ask his ped for a new prescription.

By early afternoon, I looked at BJD and said we're going. Mama's instincts have never once been wrong ... seriously. Not once.

So BJD and I heatedly discuss which hospital to go to. The Notartzt recommended the hospital in Luedinghausen - where his ped is. I wanted to go to Datteln - where his ped recommended a long time ago when we asked what if and where to go.

We went to Luedinghausen. Bubba Joe fell asleep on the way there. And slept up until we walked in to see the doc. The ER doc was internal medicine only and had no clue how to deal with a screaming child who didn't want anyone to look in his ears. He advised us to go to a hospital that specialized in children - such as the one in Datteln. So off we went.

Datteln was another 15 minutes away. And it was awesome!

As soon as you walk in, you register. While BJD was registering, Bubba Joe and I had fun playing in the big boat and then with the animals on the wall (elephant, hippo, bird, etc.).

Then we had to take the paperwork, walk outside, around the corner to door #1. Seriously, to door #1. We walked in and were immediately in an examination room!

The doctor there obviously knew how to handle kids and took advantage of Bubba Joe's crying to check out his throat. He has, once again, a mild ear infection. She also gave us a prescription for a steroid suppository for his breathing and a different type of cough syrup. She said to give the suppository first, wait, then give the cough syrup.

BJD and I argued about who would give it - I don't really do butts, much more than cleaning them. And I honestly try to avoid that if someone else is around that can.

I won. During Bubba Joe's diaper change, pop went the suppository and within 1 hour later, his wheezing, the rattling noises, the coughing ... well, it was all pretty much gone. Honest. Gone.

So far, so good. No breathing treatments today. We did give him the cough syrup this morning and he's gotten a bit more of an appetite.

We are going to his ped for a follow-up tomorrow. But let me tell you, how awesome that some butt medicine worked SO fast.

Oh yeah - our ped gave us three levels of breathing treatments for Bubba Joe. The first is what we use on a regular basis - and is more of a preventative. The second is when he's wheezing and is mildly stronger - it also has to be stored in the fridge once opened and has a very short shelf life. The last is for emergencies - I found it today. The exact same thing the Datteln ER doc gave us. For her, it wasn't an emergency but was manageable - with a follow-up visit to his ped on Monday. For our ped - that was an emergency.

Lesson learned.

Oktoberfest Rezept Needed!!! HELP!

I have a dear friend back in the States who's attending a party this Saturday.

She is requesting a high-end(ish) Oktoberfest recipe that she can take to the potluck.

Coming from cow-manure country, er, I mean Duelmen, we don't really do much so far as I can tell with Oktoberfest.

Any ideas???

Oh yeah, and she's requesting something without potatoes.

Thanks in advance!!!

WEBMU Moistness: Part 1

WEBME = Whiney Expat Bloggers Meetup

I cannot take credit for the name - but it is accurate.

After living in Germany for just over 1 year, it's hard not to feel a bit well, I guess a bit like you just don't fit in anywhere.

There are so many things that are awesome about living here ... and just as many that we all like to complain about.

But this posting isn't about "those" differences. It's about the meetup this past weekend ... so here goes ...

Friday late afternoon, we headed out after Bubba Joe's nap and dropping off Mischka & Maggie at Oma & Opa's. Typical grandparents they are, they spoil the crap out of 'em!

The drive went pretty smoothly and we found the hotel rather easily. At one point, as we were driving into Bremen there was a sign that showed downtown to the left. We took a right. Uh-oh I thought! But Alex reminded me that it didn't mean anything - cities are designed in circles - going right doesn't mean you're driving away from downtown, it just means you're coming in from a different direction!

Our hotel was very clean, nice and exactly what we wanted (thanks SO much to Danielle for getting us a reservation, even if we did end up taking your apartment and you got our room).

We spoke with J on the phone to catchup with the others that arrived on Friday. Not only did J start this whole WEBMU, not only does he simply ROCK, he left the restaurant to meet us!!! J-man - you really are an awesome guy! I'm so thankful to have met you!!!!!

Dinner - well, dinner was awesome!

Now, ya'll might remember that I'm generally NOT impressed with German cuisine. That's because it is generally not impressive. But both Adam and Cliff recommended the lamb cutlets and wow! They were fantastic!

And while we thought we had brought toys to entertain Bubba Joe, we didn't realize they'd also be used by both Adam and Ian! Glad we could share the joy.

We didn't get back to our hotel until almost midnight - where there was a BIG black MB van parked in front of the hotel. I said to BJD that it was probably our new friends (Danielle and G) in from Berlin. But we didn't ask. Soon enough though, we heard kids moving in across the hall and next morning, we learned it was in fact our new friends.

Breakfast at the hotel (www.hotelresidence.com) was really good. We overtook a corner of the dining room and, like the rest of the weekend, tended to scare away others from sitting near us. Having 4 children, 3 of whom are 2-years old, I guess I'd want some distance too if I were them! But not our fellow expaters - nope.

As soon as I can figure out how to add links to their respective blogs I will ... but until then I'll be working on cleaning up a few pics to share.

What a difference a day makes ...

24 little hours.

Well, more like close to 72, but still.

We just got back home a few hours ago from a weekend trip to Bremen. We stayed in a hotel and ate some of the best food I've ever had in Germany (which isn't necessarily saying much because I generally don't like the food in Germany but this stuff was good!).

Oh, and most importantly, we met up with about 25 other American/Canadian expats living here in Germany for the 4th annual Whiny Expat Blog Meetup.

I'll be posting WAY more later on Bremen itself, but just wanted to share with ya'll that we're back.

It was amazing to meet, talk and spend time with so many amazing individuals. You guys are amazing (especially Claire and J!)

Today, 3 years ago

This Sunday, September 25, 2005, was different. You see, dad was back at the Clinic after about a week at the "bad place". They thought he had C-Diff. Turns out he was dehydrated and I don’t know that we ever knew for sure the test results for C-Diff.

Alex and I went up to visit dad around 7:00 in the evening.

Before going up to the hospital, I actually prepared dinner AND cleaned up the kitchen.

When we arrived, we were told that dad did not sleep the previous night nor all day.

His breathing was somewhat shallow.

Alex and I sat on either side of dad. We spoke in German because I didn’t want to upset dad if I was just overreacting. I asked Alex if he thought dad’s breathing was due to exhaustion. He said yes and I agreed.

Dad was fortunately able to drink (nectar consistency) and kept asking for water. I moved the bed to a 90-degree angle for him to drink and noticed that some water would drip from the left-side of his mouth. That was new. Remember, I had been there every day (minus Labor Day weekend) and was very aware of dad’s condition.

We talked a little bit. I asked him the year. He said 2005. I asked the month, he first said October, then said August.

I asked him his birthday. He said 10/31/1938. I asked him how old he was. He said that was a lot of addition and subtraction.

He asked for more water. I sat him up again and again noticed that a little more was coming out.

I asked to speak with the nurse. They told me that they had just changed shifts and she would be in when she was done reviewing files.

Alex and I spoke again in German. I asked again if he thought it was because dad didn’t sleep. Alex said that he didn’t think so. He thought there was something else going on.

I asked dad how he was feeling. He said his stomach hurt and kept complaining about the back of neck. Alex massaged his neck and his back.

Alex went to the bathroom then came back.

I then went.

The nurse came in and I explained what I was seeing and how it was different from before. But I mostly told her that dad was complaining about his stomach. She took the wrap off his stomach, cleaned the feeding tube incision, placed a clean bandage over his incision (one was not there before) and adjusted his wrap. She was unsure if dad had a BM or how much he had urinated.

She felt around his stomach. He complained when she touched his lower left quadrant.

She said she was calling the doctor.

I left to go to the bathroom. I called Joe to find out if he was coming up. He said yes. I said good. You should be here.

When I came back from the bathroom, the nurse had taken his temperature. He had a slight fever and was beginning to sweat.

His breathing was becoming heavier and irregular.

But he was still able to talk. It was difficult to understand him. Sometimes it was because of how he spoke, but mostly it was because he began to make less and less sense.

I asked dad to tell me what time it was. He said it was 2:00. It was 8:40. He kept pointing to different things saying close the window, open the door. He began making less and less sense.

The doctor came in. We explained the history of dad’s stroke, what was done in the hospital. He asked about dad’s shunt. We said it was done about 2 ½ weeks prior.

He briefly examined dad, listened to his lungs and his heart. He asked dad if he was having any pains. Dad said no. He did not say that he had stomach pains or that the back of his neck hurt.

The doctor asked us to step out into the hallway to speak. He told us he didn’t know dad. He would need to make more tests to determine what was going on. But his first thoughts were that dad had one of two things going on: 1) he had another stroke, or 2) there was a blood clot in dad’s lung. The doctor explained that both of them are lethal. He then inquired about dad’s DNR status. He checked with the nurse exactly about the DNR. He wanted us to understand dad was very critical.

The doctor requested mom’s phone number to call her and let her know what was going on. I asked him if we should bring mom in. He said yes.

So Alex left to bring mom to the Clinic.

I talked to dad. He was becoming less and less coherent. At some point, I had asked dad what was going on. He said he wanted to live.

I explained to dad that in spite of his will to live, the doctor wasn’t sure if his body would make it. At this point, dad’s eyes were fully open, but he was staring off upwards and left. I tried to capture his attention, but couldn’t.

The doctor and nurse came back in, saying they were taking dad down for a CAT-scan, STAT. I asked how long he would be gone. The nurse began saying that since it was STAT it would be pretty fast. The doctor offered me to go down. I was honored. He said I could be with dad up to a point. I watched as the nurse and doctor finagled dad’s bed out of the room, into the hall.

Then they needed his chart.

Then the doctor briefly disappeared.

They tried to figure out who could be the extra one to go down, since the doctor wanted to speak with the technician after that CAT-scan and they would need someone to push the bed. They decided to take the sitter and another nurse said they would stay there until we returned.
I was standing in the hallway, unsure of what to do. I knew Joe was coming, but couldn’t leave my father. I decided that since my #1 priority was dad, Joe would understand. Thankfully, before we began, there was Joe. Walking down the hallway. Joe said that he saw me and then saw the bed. I then motioned for him to hurry up. The doctor said that we could both go.
Joe and I were "patient" (as patient as a Kulcsar is) watching a nurse, a doctor and an aide work their way down to the basement and find the CAT-scan.

They took dad into the room, moved him over and closed the door.

The aide asked if dad was on G-60. We said yes. She sat for him while he was on the regular floor. She didn’t recognize dad because of his weight loss, nor me, but immediately recognized Joe.

They finished the scan and the doctor came out. He explained that there was a lot of damage and he was unable to determine if any of it was new. I assured him that dad had numerous CAT-scans done during the previous 6 weeks and they should be in his file.

We walked with dad back up to his room.

His nurse came in to begin an IV. She found veins, but couldn’t get them to work. At the same time, a male nurse came in to check dad’s blood gas levels. Joe remained at dad’s right side (his good side) and I stepped away from the left side for the blood gas levels to be checked.

The male nurse said dad’s pulse was 53. Tears just fell from my face. I stood there, holding myself. He looked at me and said I should be there next to dad.

He didn’t do a blood gas.

She didn’t start a line.

Someone in the background said something about dad expiring.

The male nurse encouraged us to talk to dad. He said the hearing is the last to go.

We were in shock.

Joe just stood there, holding dad’s right hand.

I was on his left side, holding his left hand.

I began talking to dad about the dogs, about how Nikita and Max both tried playing with Mischka. Joe quickly started talking about his boys. I told dad how proud I am of him. How strong he has been and how much I love him. Joe told dad that he never told dad enough just how much he loves him.

We were watching the clock.

Every minute felt like fifteen. Every second lasted forever.

Dad’s breathing was becoming more forced and there were more pauses in between breaths.

Joe stepped out to call Alex to find out how far they were.

I moved over to dad’s right side. I took his hand. I told him again how I knew how much he wanted to live, but that his body wouldn’t let him. I cried. I told him again how much I love him. How proud I am of his strength. I asked him if he wanted to pray. He nodded yes. I prayed the Our Father with him. He didn’t verbalize the words. I then apologized because I know we’re not Catholic, but I told him how much I love the Hail Mary and prayed that. Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. I realized this was the hour of my father’s death. I began to pray for him. For God to forgive all his sins, to accept my father into heaven, to ease all his pain. I told dad that I would tell mom how much he loves her and that he did his best to hold on.

Joe came back in and said they were just past West 117th. I looked right at Joe and said dad’s not gonna make it.

We just stood by his side, holding his hand, crying. At one point, I placed my ear to his chest and listened to his heart. Instead of a normal thump-thump, it was very squishy sounding. I told Joe to listen to dad’s chest. I told Joe it was an amazing sound.

The experience of watching your father die, of watching his life pass away, is very surreal. There are no words to possibly contain the different emotions, thoughts, etc. that you’re going through.

Joe and I told dad again how much we love him. We thanked him again and again for all he has done for us and for our family. We told him that we would be sure to tell mom how much he loved her and how he tried to wait.

A neurosurgeon came in. The doctor and nurse quickly followed. They were unable to catch him in the hall. He introduced himself and explained that he wanted to tap dad’s shunt to test the fluid. He asked us to leave the room. I explained that I had been there for so many things, I wanted to stay. Joe stepped out.

He cleaned dad’s incision. Put on his gloves and began to draw fluids. He inserted the needle and began to expand it. Nothing came out. He pulled the needle out and tried again.
I told the doctor thank you for trying, but it was enough. I told him that I knew my dad was dying and that I was okay with it. I told the doctor I didn’t want dad to have anymore physical pain.

He looked at me gratefully. He shook my hand and extended his sympathies.

I didn’t think dad would listen. He’s stubborn like that.

But he did.

I don’t know when, but I realized dad had not taken another breath. I don’t know when his last breath was. I just remember telling Joe, dad’s not breathing. I then said it again, a little louder, he’s not breathing.

There was nothing special about dad’s last breath. At least nothing I noticed. It was very peaceful. It wasn’t troubled, and it didn’t look any more painful than anything else he has been through in his life.

He wasn’t struggling to breathe. He was just trying to stay with us. At one point, I leaned in and told dad that I didn’t want him to die and that if he would hang in there, I would give him anything he wanted to eat or drink.

Dad died shortly. His life passed away.

It was about 10:15 pm.

Alex and mom showed up around 10:30. Mom walked in, with a smile on her face, asking how he was. Joe and I had agreed to not tell her over the phone that dad had died. We said dad passed.

She didn’t really comprehend. It took a moment. She said, what? We said dad passed.

I’ve never heard mom cry like that.

We told her that he tried to wait for her. We told her that it was peaceful. He wasn’t in pain. We told her that he loves her so much.

She just cried.

Joe and I agree. Neither one of us ever thought we could watch someone die, much less hold their hand.

I remember when my grandma died, my grandfather leaned over her casket and kissed her. I thought that was gross. How could you touch a human that was dead? I now understand.

You see, dad’s physical body was the only thing left I had of him. I couldn’t stop touching his arm, sitting next to him on the bed. I didn’t want to leave the room.

I find it difficult to believe he is gone. I know, believe me, I know he is better off.

For a brief moment, while he was dying, I heard someone say that mom said no intubation. And
I thought, why not? That would keep him alive. That would help him breathe.

But I knew that’s not right. Dad would be a vegetable.

And we couldn’t put him through anymore.

I know dad is in heaven, watching over us. The only pain he has is from our pain.

Dreadful

It's times like these I wish I could turn back the clock.

To tell you how much you mean to me just one more time.

I know I did everything I could.

But I miss you.

I thought the hole would have begun to heal by now.

But it hasn't.

It feels almost as raw as it did that night you left.

I can still see your eyes, lifeless, staring, gone.

I can still hear your heartbeat, fading, muffled, slowing.

And I can't believe it's been 3 years. 3 damned years of hell and pain and anguish and hurt.

Right now, I just miss you.

You were my rock. But I didn't know it.

You were my hope. But I didn't know it.

You were my everything. But I didn't know it.

And since I no longer have you ... I don't know.

I live. I have to.

But some days, like today, are harder than others.

Maybe it's the wonderful hormones pumping through my body with this extra life growing inside of me.

Maybe it's the miracle of life itself that makes it hurt.

Or maybe it's just that the pain I have felt since you died is much deeper than I realized. And it will take so much more time to heal than I've given to it yet.

For the love of Pyrex ...

I broke my liquid measuring cup.

It shattered into thousands of tiny bits and pieces.

All over the kitchen floor.

And why did it break? Because I was playing daredevil - how many clean dishes that were just handwashed can be stacked before they fall ... and the only piece that fell was my one and only liquid measuring cup.

It shouldn't upset me so much. Excepting that they measure ingredients here by weight.

I purchased some great dry measuring cups - metal Kitchenaid brand at Kohl's with my mom before leaving Ohio.

But I didn't think I'd really need more than one liquid Pyrex.

It's been indestructable up to now.

And now, I'll have to wait until next summer, when my sis and her fam come to visit to bring another one - it isn't exactly the type of thing you'd mail ...

I'm still sad though. I miss my Pyrex.

Penguins

Bubba Joe has a new love.

It's not yogurt.

It's not chocolate.

It's not even dancing.

(and all three of those are things he loves.)

He loves penguins.

Honest to goodness LOVES them.

It all started with the "Go, Diego, Go" dvd and has since morphed into a love of watching "Happy Feet".

His dad and I both thought for sure that the scary part of the movie, you know, where the seal tries to eat Mumble, would scare little man. Nope. He loves it. (I don't get it - quite frankly, it scares me!) He sits and makes this grrrr! sound when the bad guys show up.

And then he wants to dance like Mumble.

What an interesting little man ...

Bridging

My niece, aka Bubba Joe's Cousin, is bridging this weekend for girl scouts. She's moving up from a junior to a cadet.

She's also finishing up her bronze award this weekend too.

She rocks.

I'm so very proud of her.

Rock on little girl!!!

Hopefully brief update ...

It was a long day today. I knew it'd be on the longer side, I just didn't realize how long it would actually be ... it was a day of gestational diabetes testing (gd) and ultrasounds (u/s).

The gd test was the extended 3-hour. Unlike back in Ohio, they drew blood by an actual finger prick (yeah! that many fewer vials!!!). And unlike back in Ohio, I had my results immediately ~ I'm just over the border. Yup, I've got gd again.

Then on to the u/s. Baby was NOT cooperating. What should have taken 1 tech and 15 minutes turned into 2 docs and nearly an hour and a half!!!!! Don't worry though, everything looks great!!! (and NO, we still don't know what it is yet!)

After the u/s, we headed back down to my high-risk doc, then to the dietician ... oh! that was fun!

The dietician was to be found, where else? but in the kitchen! Seriously. As in the kitchen of the cafeteria. We found our way to the cafeteria (after a wrong turn initially) then were asked to wear paper hats as we walked through the kitchen. I've kept them as souveniers! He didn't tell us anything we didn't know from the first time around with Bubba Joe - excepting that he doesn't recommend lots of sugar-free stuff because of the higher calorie content.

Then back down to my doc again, then back up to the diebetes specialist - who was the quickest of them all! 15 minutes later and we're back down in my docs office, scheduling my next appointment in 4 weeks and on our way back to sick ole Bubba Joe (he just can't kick this cold ~ and he did NOT nap well at Oma & Opa's - oh the fun we'll have tonight!) with a bag full of papers to fill to weekly fax in and diabetes testing supplies.

I'm exhausted.

It's quiet. A bit too quiet.

We got up this morning, ate breakfast, got dressed and went to the city.

Today is the Potato Fest. Imagine that. A festival about potatoes. In Germany.

We must have gotten there WAY to early, because well, there were no stands and it just felt like a normal Saturday in the city.

We left, went to Lidl (just a notch up from Aldi) because water was on sale and also picked up some milk, wurst (lunch meat, but Bubba Joe only calls it wurst (with a "v" sound for the w)), and dish soap. Oh yeah, and some great puzzles for Bubba Joe, his cousin here, and some Christmas presents for his cousins back in Ohio. (Shhh, don't tell them!)

We got home and I went upstairs.

Oh yeah, I also found peanut m&ms. They are one of my greatest weaknesses.

I think I just finished a half bag of them.

And now, as I sit here, I realize I don't hear anyone. I have no clue where the boys are, much less the doggies.

Oh wait, they just got home. Hmmm ... wonder where they went!

BJD is sick

Yup, he's home sick. Either a cold or allergies, or both.

Poor guy.

He just got back from the doctor's office.

She gave him a note - he's not to work today nor tomorrow! (Isn't that cool? Your doc can tell you NOT to work?!? And it's accepted?!?)

Hope he feels better soon ...

The waiting is the hardest part

(Thanks Denise for the inspiration to find a song to fit my mood!)

I rescheduled my diabetes testing this morning to take Bubba Joe to his ped. He has another cold and woohoo!!! it is just a cold! So far, it's not in his lungs or his ears!!! Maybe his immune system really is getting stronger?!?

But I kept my 11:30 appointment for a high-level ultrasound. It is at this ultrasound that they will start looking at how the placenta is attached and for early warning signs that preeclampsia might rear its ugly head.

We waited.

And waited.

Not too long though ...

around 12:00, we hear another woman complain to the receptionist that she had a 8:30 appointment! (Dude - that means she was sitting for almost 4 hours!!!)

We decided that we'd wait until 12:30 to see what was going on.

We left.

They're supposed to call to reschedule but haven't. Not yet.

We'll call tomorrow.

But the waiting, really is the hardest part. (Thanks Tom Petty for making it all so clear.)

I'm a big kid now!

Me, that is, not Bubba Joe.

So my wonderfully sweet endearing husband has been my crutch for well, just over 2 years now. After 6 weeks of bedrest, recovery from a long labor and subsequent c-section, recovery from the bedrest, recovery from preeclampsia, and dealing with a preemie, on top of everything else life threw in there (just to spice it up a bit!), he's been there for my 110% every day.

And since moving to a country where I'm just not confident in the language, in spite of my natural abilities to pick it up quickly (and quite grammatically wrong, but able to be understood and understand others), I've shied away from anything involving talking to anyone other than family.

Which has made me lean on "the man" that much more.

But no more, I say!

With a good ole pep talk from Kerstin (and BJD saying I could do it all along) I called my high-risk OB on Friday to ask her about taking LDA and breastfeeding. I left a message with the nurse that answered the phone and when the doc called me back, instead of handing the phone off to BJD (which is what I'd normally do), I answered AND talked. Coherently. And with proper grammar! And I said "Sie" and not "du" (formal versus informal - very big deal!)

Feeling confident, I contacted a doula and set up an appointment with her for Wednesday this week to meet her. (Hey - insurance covers it. Way cool, eh?) And just like the awesome doula who helped me back in Ohio, her name is also Karen, though spelled with an "i" - Karin.

And then, feeling empowered, I called the local LLL leader to talk to her about taking LDA and BFing (which she confirmed what the high-risk OB said - it is okay), and also took down directions to their next meeting in October.

And did I say - I DID THIS ALL IN GERMAN! NOT ONE ENGLISH WORD WAS SPOKEN.

All I can say is ... go me!

Fill 'er up!

So there.

I've done it.

Begun my first 24-hour urine collection of this pregnancy.

I know, eww, gross. Believe me, I know. I mean, *I* am the one peeing in an old tupperware container (actually, it may be gladware) and filling up the jug the hospital gave me. And *I* am the one that has to make sure every last drop gets measured and that nothing goes to waste.

Oh, the joys of pregnancy!

Well, at least the joys of a high-risk pregnancy.

Why am I doing this? (peeing in a container?) To make sure my kidneys are functioning properly. To get a baseline for what my kidneys are doing at the very end of my first trimester. To monitor my organs so we can proactively plan if things go downhill like last time.

Just remember, that orange container in the fridge ... it's not juice!

Recycling and German boys

We went grocery shopping today. Which includes gathering all our empty plastic bottles and returning them for a refund. It's usually about 25 cents per bottle so it adds up quickly.

Bubba Joe *loves* pushing them into the machine/scanner.

But today, we had to wait in line.

Just in front of us were 3 young boys - maybe 11 or 12 years old. They had their MP3 player playing (quite loudly) and were all dressed like punks. Their jeans were all saggy, hair messed up and spikey in that "I take more time doing my hair than you do" way, and one was even wearing a significant silver chain around his neck.

Oh it was cute.

They were trying so hard to be punks.

But they just couldn't pull it off.

Standing behind them, I said to BJD, "oh look at how cute they are! They're trying so hard to be punks. Hey look! One even has a chain around his neck. Oh, they'd almost fit in if they went to Detroit!" All in english of course. Which I know they learn in school because everyone does.

And what did they do? Nothing. Just like the good like punks they were. They listened to me teasing them and went on their way.

Oh - and before they left, little man let out the biggest belch ever. Way to go Bubba Joe!

The process of weaning OR sleeping alone

It's become a choice. We've chosen to focus more on weaning.

So that means that Bubba Joe has slept with us the past 2 nights. And surprisingly, he's weaning himself! He's asked for milk but doesn't push when I've ignored him. Now mind you, he's still getting milk normally around naptime, but the process had begun.

He spent a few nights just screaming and crying for me, then his dad, then me, then his dad, then his Maus, his Elefant, or his Ente, or Bob, or Thomas, or ... you get the hint. BJD is way stronger than I am. I give in. He just holds firm (maybe it's his Russian-German thing) and eventually little man crashes.

But now that he's back in bed with us, Bubba Joe just wiggles around a bit to get comfie, then settles in - usually perpendicular to us.

At least he's getting a good night's rest.

The time has come ...

for dear old Bubba Joe to start sleeping in his own bed, in his own room.

You see, we've had a family bed for quite some time now. I think it all started when he was around 4-6 months of age and kept getting sick. It was harder and harder to get up (I was working full-time +) to nurse him AND he was always sick. And well, just like his mommy, he just doesn't do things the easy way - it's 110% or nuthin'! So sick wasn't just a runny nose and a fever and maybe a bit of conjestion - no, sick was a ruptured eardrum, or throwing up or super-high fever that makes his extremities turn blue. (That's my boy!)

But now, at 2 years, 3 months, it's time.

Oma and Opa just found his bed and bought it as his baptism present - a car bed! And Bubba Joe loves his "auto bett" (german, of course). It's a light blue car that is perfect for him! He hasn't stopped playing in it since all the men in our family built it last night. Oh, and Bubba Joe of course had to be part of the action - "baby bauen" - Henry's building too! Try to take away that real screwdriver with the sharp point at the end and give him one of his wooden ones that are *way* more blunt ... he'll come after you.

Last night was the first night.

BJD slept on the other mattress on the floor (we took apart our wonderful king-size'ish bed because I refuse to buy another mattress - we have 3 people, THREE!!!). And with only a bit of crying (that broke my heart) and a few mind games (now I want mommy, no, now I want daddy, where's my Maus?!?, Um, Um, UMMMM (i.e. he's hungry)), he fell asleep for a good 10+ hours. Yeah!

Say a prayer for strength and courage to hold strong. Hearing your baby cry out for you, even when you know he's just trying to avoid going to sleep.

BTW - Bubba Joe calls himself "baby" because that's what Oma has called him. I try to teach him to say "I" or his name *sigh* but "baby" it is.

Gustav, GO AWAY!

To my Grandma, my uncles and my aunt,

Thinking of you and praying for your continued health and safety. But moreso, praying that Gustav stays very very far away from your homes!!!

Lots of love,
Alice

Prescriptions in Germany

So I've told you before that doctors are big into homeopathic remedies. They are. And they usually cost you a few Euro at the Apotheke (pronounced ah-poh-tek-uh) - the pharmacy.

I had to have 3 prescriptions filled for my pregnancy stuff - the first two were completely covered by our insurance (one was an anti-nausea drug, since the homeopathic one wasn't worth crap and the other was low-dose aspirin, used as a preventative against that dreaded preeclampsia) and the last one was not - it was the sugary-sweet glucose drink that I had to purchase myself before my 3-hour diabetes test in 2 weeks - it was 5 Euro.

So um yeah - universal healthcare - way cheaper. (Not to mention that all of Henry's drugs are covered until he's 18. Yeah, you read that right - we figure in his first year alone, between his operation, ER visits, his oh so many doctor's visits PLUS all the meds he was on we spent anywhere between $3-5k.)

My doctor appointment today

Well, all I can say is that we're definately delivering at this hospital (which means we're not going to look at the other one my OB recommended).

Immediately, I fell in *love* with this high-risk doc. She's young but super sweet, intelligent and more than competant. Here's the plan:

1) I will see the high-risk doc every 4 weeks, in between my regular OB appointments. That means I'll be seeing someone every 2 weeks (yikes!)

2) I will have three (3) 24-hour collections - one in each trimester. Since I'm at the end of my first trimester, I am to do one for my next visit in 2 weeks.

3) I go again in 2 weeks for the first of my many intensive u/s screenings (I believe they're doppler). At that time I'll also take in my first 24-hour sample (see note below).

4) I will have two (2) 3-hour glucose testings done - again the first one in 2 weeks when I go (it'll be a loooong morning). The next one will be around 20-something weeks. She feels that the 3-hour is more reliable (as she explained the 1-hour is just an indicator, but the 3-hour is definitive).

5) I am to measure my BP three times daily and fax to them once a week.

6) She is on a team of 3 doctors. One of the three of them will deliver me (or be there in conjunction with the midwife). Which makes me feel SO much better knowing that I will be developing a relationship with the doctor in who's hands my life is.

NOTE: Interestingly, for the 24-hour collection ... I do it at home and must keep it in the fridge. BUT - they don't have any hats to collect the urine in! When I asked the midwife if they had anything that went on the toilet (like what I had in Ohio) she kind of chuckled at me! She said she wasn't sure how I was to collect it but that every drop had to be there!

I am to collect it all and then, after the last collection, shake it up well and take a sample with the syringe she provided to take in for their testing. Yup, it's self-service 24-hour urine collection, in my own home! (I'm thinking ew, gross ... but hey, I'm so impressed with how thorough they are, I can definately handle this!)

So I think that's about it.

Oh yeah - when the midwife took my BP at the end of the appointment - get this - it was 120/70. Yeah, 120/70. Wow. I haven't seen numbers that low since I became a nutcase checking my BP all. the. time. :) She also did it manually, which I do think accounts for something.

During the entire appointment, I could just feel my body relaxing and my nerves settling. I feel good. And that is a very nice feeling.

Thoughts on a quote I just read

I just read this on another blog:

" Why is it that when we are depressed it doesn't matter what we do to get out of the depression. We stay there until our body and mind decide for themselves to come out of it."

Last year, I ran away.

I knew it then.

But I understand it now.

I ran away from all the monsters. You know who I'm talking about: Grief, Regret, Anger, Dispair.

But they followed me.

Only I also ran away from my family. And being away from them allowed me to find the strength within to fight each of these monsters, when my body and mind were ready to.

I'm in the middle of a funk. It happens every year at this time. Well, this is only the 2nd year I'm really going through it - 3 years ago I never expected my life to be like this.

God I miss my dad.

3 years ago we (mom, dad, BJD, my sis and her fam) all went to North Ridgeville's Corn Festival. Dad and I split some bbq ribs (which is HUGE because I have this meat fetish - I can't eat anything if I know what it once looked like). They were gu-uuhd. Then I had some of Sweet's sweet corn, festival lemonade and some sweet stuff.

That night, dad suffered a massive stroke.

That night, my world collapsed.

But I didn't realize it.

I stood by his side, every day, for 6 weeks, praying for my soul to stay strong so that my dad could lean on me and get better.

I fought with my mom about him coming home - that was all he really wanted - to be home. Oh to be home and to be able to take a shit in the toilet. Maybe that's all he really wanted - to not wear a diaper and have someone else wipe his ass.

I was willing to give up my career, my marriage, my everything, just to make my dad whole again.

And that bastard of a monster called Regret, still lives on in my head.

Oh I know that I did all I could.

I know that. (do you?)

But it's just like being a preemie parent - you know there was nothing that you could have done to cause the premature birth of your child (and subsequent health issues) but you sure do seem to enjoy beating yourself up about it.

So this is my 3 year anniversary of not having a dad anymore.

This is my 3 year anniversary of when my mom changed everything she physically could to escape, of having a hellish pregnancy, of my family just disintigrating and me not having a clue why, of losing my faith, of finding it again and of making the decision to move to Germany.

This anniversary will end on September 25th, the day my dad died.

Though realistically, it will only end like that stupid Green Day song "When September Ends".

God, I am SO thankful this next baby isn't due in September.

I hate September.

Only to be followed by October - which BTW, my birthday is exactly 1 month from my dad's death date - October 25th, to be followed 1 week later by dad's bday - Halloween.

At least I'm here in Germany, where autumn is cold and rainy (just like winter) and not in beautiful (and I mean that honestly) NE Ohio, where autumn still remains my favorite season with the vibrant colors and the smell of frost and the preparations for winter and snow ...

But now my depression from the last 3 years is gone. My mind is stronger. My body is too. And while I still mourn all that I lost, I can live. Because that's the one thing my dad can't do anymore ... live.

A German fridge

So I've shared before that we're remodeling our kitchen. Well, we're keeping all our appliances and just adding cupboards.

But what's important to note, THIS IS A TYPICAL-SIZED refridgerator! Yessiree. This is the standard. Of course, the pic is taken just after we've come back from the grocery store, so it's more organized than say, by the end of the week. Milk comes in a standard 1 liter size (see the 2 milk cartons in the door). Everything else is smaller too - the top shelf of the door has sour cream. The top shelf has some yogurt and well, did you see the freezer?

No?

Look again.

Still no?

That's because it isn't there. I still don't get it. Standard freezers are either really teeny tiny ones on "top" of the fridge, mostly accessible when the fridge door is open. OR, like ours, is a free-standing unit with drawers. And ours is in our laundry room because well, I don't know it just is.

Bubba Joe's New "do"

We've been talking about it for some time now.

Bubba Joe needs a haircut.

His curls are stunning (just like mine) but it was very thin at the ends and well, just needed cleaned up a bit.

Here he is, intently watching his DVD player, wearing his "no tattoos yet" t-shirt, with fresh raspberries on his face from our farm trip:
And here is his "after". Basically the same hair-do, just shorter. I'll try to get some better pics, hopefully without him trying to help me as he is here!

The Answer

Seems like most of ya'll had the right idea ... where would you find toothpicks in a grocery store in Germany? It's so logical (and hence, very "german) ... by the toothpaste, toothbrushes, dental floss ... you get it! Good job!

Q&A: let's play a game

Let's play a little game ... answer the following question in the comment section. I'm curious for your responses!

Q: Where do you think the toothpicks are located in the grocery store in Germany?

Such a simple concept

As I was putting Henry down for his nap, I was singing to him ...

Go to sleep, little one

the time has come

for you to sleep.

Whatever your dream,

the world is yours

just close your eyes

and it's yours.

And it hit me.

I am so paranoid about so many things going wrong in this pregnancy. I know, I mean I really do *know* what can happen. I know that I'm at risk for developing preeclampsia again and I know women who've lost their beautiful babies because of this shitty disease.

And I'm scared.

Not scared like I was when I held dad's hand as he died. But scared in another way - scared as a mother, scared as a wife.

But all my fears don't do anything. What does do something, how I can be proactive, is to close my eyes and dream. Bubba Joe's Dad and I made this decision to take a leap of faith and try to conceive again.

I'd begun to give up hope, after 9 months of actively trying.

But then we closed our eyes, and dreamed.

Here I am, 10 weeks pregnant.

So many things can go wrong. So many things in my life have gone wrong, but I'm still here, and I've made it through hell to return and tell ya'll that I can do this.

So I'm going to head my own words and let the world be mine.

If anything happens, there's nothing I can do about it. Preeclampsia has no cure, no diet, no vitamins, nothing that can prevent it if its gonna happen. But I don't have to let it consume me with fear. Rather, I'm chosing to dream of the pregnancy that I always wanted.

An inspiration to me

I found this blog through another blog (isn't that just how it works sometimes?).

http://bitsofmyself.com/

Check it out and see for yourself how amazing this woman is.

Differences in Health Care

Coming from Cleveland, I am proud to know that I came from an area with excellent health care.

Moving to Germany ... well, let's just say that my confidence has yet to be found.

And being pregnant, with a 10-20% chance of developing preeclampsia again, in a country in which my confidence is MIA, is a bit unnerving.

Perhaps that's why my BP is up every time I check. Every. Time. Or maybe it's that my genetics are catching up with me. Or maybe just a combination of the two.

Like I was telling Lola today, Germans are all about having choices made for them. From assigned seats at the movies, to the pharmacy in which every medicine you buy has a prescription - and there are NO aisles to browse to look at the offerings - choices just aren't a plenty.

Holistic medicine is wildly popular here. I can't tell you the number of prescriptions I've had filled for a homeopathic remedy.

Which is fine and dandy. I can dig that. When we're talking something simple, like allergies or well, nausea medicine.

But we had our tour last week at the University Hospital in Muenster last week of their L&D unit. Their midwives (not nurses, midwives) and doctors all stress a natural delivery as possible. And again, while I'm all for the concept of something natural, I also have a great respect for modern medicine. If I want drugs to numb the pain of well, anything, thank you very much, I'll take something that was man-made. I mean, do I really want to risk treating preeclampsia with some herbs? Um, last time I checked, preeclampsia kills moms and babies. Hmmm, I think I'll take the medically proven and well-documented medicine over something organically grown.

Now mind you, I'm actually all about organically grown produce, conserving energy and homeopathic medicine. It was a tapping session (no, not as in dance, but as in tapping on various places on my body while thinking the negative thoughts that I was drowning in) that was one of the first steps of breaking out of my postpartum depression last year. But it was also the zoloft that helped me function daily.

I guess I just am a gal who likes to have choices. Damn I like my choices! And there just aren't enough of them here ... and when they are here, I have to wait 6 frickin' weeks to get what I've so carefully chosen (you know, this isn't McDonald's). Oh, sorry, that's another post from way back that I never wrote about but shared verbally with many. One day I'll get around to updating the rest of ya'll.

Until then. Good night. I'm going to bed. (It's 10:30 pm here and Bubba Joe is watching the last of his Simpsons DVD.)

How much is that doggie in the window?

Our little idiots have decided to act up today ... no clue why.

Mischka just peed on the curtain in our bedroom.

Maggie pooped in our bedroom.

Ewww, gross.

And with my stomach, BJD has to do all the cleaning ... I can't tolerate the smells.

So we have 2 little doggies for sale ... any takers?

Happy Anniversary to me (and BJD)

Yesterday was our 7th wedding anniversary. I find it very hard to believe that BJD and I have been married that long. I find it even harder to believe that he's put up with me for longer than that!

I'm reminded of what my dad said to me when after coming back from Germany when BJD had proposed ... he must be either crazy or stupid. Still not sure which, but it's certainly brought about a change in me - a change for the better I think.

Last night, BJD took me to go see Mamma Mia! in the movie theater in Muenster. They sometimes show the movies in the original language, with german subtitles. Now, there's a thing or two to know first about going to a german movie theater:

1. Germans like order. I think that's a common stereotype, right? But this conveys even to the movie theater. There are assigned seats. Yup. Assigned Seats. As in Row 5, seats 19-20 (which BTW is where we were supposed to sit). And there are 2 "sections" (at least in this theater). A lower one - with tickets costing ~7Euro - and an upper section - with tickets costing ~9 Euro. We paid for the cheaper seats (which were toward the front) and sat in the upper seats. And I watched. People came in, checking their tickets and sitting where they are supposed to. BJD commented later that the people sitting behind us should have been sitting in our seats - they commented on it. I didn't care. It all seems a bit ridiculous to me. It makes me want to open up a movie theater myself and NOT have assigned seating. I wonder what would happen ... mass chaos? boycotting? meltdowns?
   
2. German popcorn - described as sweet and salty. Ewwww. I've only had good kettle corn once. Once. And it was not here. (Okay, it was here in Germany but once again, Em's mom had sent me really great kettle corn that comes from somewhere out in CA or CO or something like that.)
   
3. German nachos - okay, the cheese is the same. But the chips - imagine if you can, super salty/fake cheesy doritos that you dip in nacho cheese sauce. Too much. Blach. (But I was hungry ... and pregnant ... and those two combined make sacrifices when it comes to taste.)
   
4. Previews - I know, I know, it shouldn't surprise me, but it still does. It's all in GERMAN!!! Seeing a preview for High School Musical 3 in german is just wrong. In so many ways!!! (and perhaps most of all, because there really is a 3 in this series!)
   
5. There is a pause after the previews and before the movie. BJD said that they he'd gone once and they came in offering ice cream for sale. He said it took an additional 15 minutes wait time. Lights came up and the curtains closed (oh yeah, they use the curtains). A few minutes later, lights went down again and the movie began.
   

Everyone STAYED through the end of the movie, including the credits. Okay, it WAS a great movie, but we were one of the first out, and the credits were rolling!

So that's enough about the movie theater.

BJD then took me to a nice little restaurant on the shore of the Aasee (prounced ahhh-sea'ish). It's a manmade lake in Muenster. The food was very very very good!!! And the service, which to my surprise, was excellent! I could get used to it! Let's just say that it's a Muenster version of Pier W in Cleveland (all you Clevelanders know what I'm talking about).

Now - I have a question for ya'll - what I missed most during dinner was the tides. How big does a lake - manmade or natural - have to be to have tides? It was way too still and quiet. And at Pier W, being on Lake Erie, you can ALWAYS hear the waves/tides.