Help is available

If you follow me on twitter you know that I recently sought help for some mental health issues. The help ended with a stay in the mental health hospital, I am not going to lie it wasn’t all puppies and rainbows. It was help I needed and help I am glad that I got. There is help out there, I am writing this post to help share some of the resources out there.

I wouldn’t have even known where to start with out the amazing ladies of #PPDCHAT hashtag on twitter, ran/founded by the amazing Lauren she also owns My Postpartum Voice. Thanks to her and the other ladies, I was led to the other resources that helped me.

Resource #1
I don’t know about other states but in the state of Texas, each county has a MHMR. I am pretty sure this is the statewide 24 hour crisis number they ask your location when you call.
1-800-762-0157

Resource#2
The National Suicide Hotline this number is also 24hours a day.
1-800-273-TALK

There are many more resources that I don’t know of and don’t list here. If you know of more and would like to add them to the comments please feel free. I am lucky that these resources were there for me and I want to share so that I can help at least one person.

Live Blog 12.2.10 Part Three

3:54pm
Trashed popcorn after three bites, turns out not what I wanted.

3:58pm
Told I can go back to see her now.

4:00pm
Said every annoy thing my mom has ever said to me when I have been waking up from surgery. Mom is not amused. Mom is in a lot of pain, says it is worse then other shoulder.

4:15pm
Recovery Nurses one is awesome, other is scattered and needs to pull it together.

4:20pm
Mom is dressed, has done her business, now waiting to be released. Hope it happens soon. I miss Ian.

4:40pm
Signing, discharge papers. Going to get the car.

5:50pm
Stop at Dairy Queen to get some caffeine.

6:08pm
Finally get above mentioned caffeine. The Dairy Queen in Rhome, Texas needs a major overhaul.

6:15pm
Pick up my little man, oh how I missed him.

7:00pm
Stop and feed angry toddler, who is demanding dinner.

7:45pm
Get on the road to get my mom to her house.

8:15pm
Stop at sonic to procure my mom so ice for her ice man.

8:30pm
Finally arrive at my moms house, to find Ian passed out cold.

8:45pm
get my mom in and unloaded and all set up. Her roommate gets home, fill her in on all post op instructions.

9:30pm
Head towards my own home only a 40 minute commute stand between me and my bed.

10:15pm
Sitting in traffic on DNTW service road since they have the whole toll road closed.

11:00pm
An hour and half after I leave my moms, I finally arrive home.

11:20pm
Ian is in bed and That is where I am headed.

This day has been extremely long and tiring. Thank you so much for putting up with these ramblingly posts they helped me feel like I was in control of something when so much was going that I couldn’t.


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Live Blog 12.2.10 Part Two

12:50pm
OR nurse came in to put her bed rail up so that once the medicate her she want fall off the bed.

12:54pm
Nurse made mom put on her snazzy hat.

1:01pm
The heard of OR nurses here to take her back to the OR. They are all Horn Frog fans, can we trust them?
OR TEAM

1:10pm
Fianally find waiting area, check in with the desk.

1:30pm
Decide it is time to forage for food.

1:58pm
Food found decided against Cafe, went down to the cafeteria. Nourishment procured.

2:04pm
Surgery Started, screen saying pt. doing well. I wouldn’t think they would say otherwise.

2:51pm
Volunteer offered me free popcorn, I accepted I am nervous eater.

3:00pm
Volunteer comes over and tells me doctor wants to see me. Takes me to a conference room, where I start to panic and have anxiety attack.

3:05pm
Doc comes in tells me she is in recovery everything went well. I told him next time telling em in waiting area, prefer a info talked about in public to almost heart attack.

3:25pm
Screen updated from recovery, she is doing well. Still Sleeping.

3:40pm
Screen Updated- Pt. Starting to wake up.

Part 3 to come.


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Live Blog 12.2.10 Part One

5 am
Woke up before my alarm, got out of bed before it could go off and wake Casey. Went into to living room to wake my mom, to find her already awake. Then heatedly discussed who would get to shower first, cause most likely second would run out of hot water. I won since, I would have to get Ian up fed and dressed.

5:30am
Showered and dressed, get very angry toddler out of bed. He was not at all pleased about getting out of bed. Finally get him to eat a little cereal and a banana.

6:15am Frantically running around gathering last minute things.

6:30am
Pulling out of the drive way, that is right we left on time!!! This never happens.

7:00am
Sitting in traffic, mom demanding a machine gun be installed into her car. Telling me why she could never live in Dallas.

7:45am
After nearly getting sick in the car, mom stops at sonic to let me eat. I was trying not to eat out of respect for her.

8:15am
Arrive at Kenzie’s drop off Ian, mostly painfree drop off.

8:20am
Turning around to leave carseat, forgot to leave it incase we couldn’t get back by the time she needed him picked up.

9:00am
Arrive at hospital hour early, decide to nap in car.

9:30am
Get poked by mom (really hard) she said I was snoring, I don’t know if I believe her. I know I was drooling (that is right I will admit it).

9:45am
Go in an get her admitted, showed back to her pre-op room.

10:00am
Nurses come into to do pre-op, the duo helping her were a riot.

10:30am
When her surgery was supposed to be starting, the dude who puts her under(gave up on trying to spell it) comes in and does his pre-op.

10:35am
Break out laptop and start watching Dog the Bounty hunter on netflix.

11:35am
Impromtu Photos shoot for OOTD, I was really bored.

12:20pm
Doctor comes in finally, does his pre-op. Says it should be shortly clean her OR.

12:31pm
Nurse comes in and ask, if student can observe her case. Mom says yes.

12:37pm
One of the awesome prep nurses from earlier comes in and ask if everything is okay. Then ask if doctor has cam in, then makes a joke about ability to always run late of doctors.

More to come, in a different post since this one is so long.


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Bribery Still Works

Well I maybe 25 years old but that didn’t stop my Daddy and Janiece from giving me a goal and then a reason to reach it. With my running goals, I knew weight loss was a possibility but it wasn’t my reason (still isn’t ) my reason for doing it. Well my Daddy and Janiece are starting a new life style change of eating clean. There reasons aren’t mine to share but with that change they are worried about my health. I am not at my healthiest weight, I won’t lie I am fat (what I consider fat on me, I am not comparing myself to anyone else). I am not unhappy with my weight, I came to the realization long ago that obsessing over ones weight is not healthy.
I know for my health that I should make a change, I want to live a long life. So to the bribery still works part, my healthy weight in my mind is 160. Well my Daddy agrees (trust me we don’t always agree and when we do it is a big deal. Such a big deal this time that we made an agreement. That if I get down to 160 and maintain it for one month that they will buy me a new pair of cowboy boots. Why Cowboy boots you ask? The last pair I got were a 17th birthday present from Daddy and Janiece. They are utilitarian, they are not cute. Now I want an update, a pair I can wear with skirts and such. So when new boots where Janiece’s offer, I jumped at the chance. They asked for one month of maintenance, I agreed but I want to maintain forever (minus a third pregnancy). Janiece was quick to say there is a five pound wiggle room once I get there, since I am still cycling and with that comes water weight each month. So now that I have an incentive to reach my goal weight (I am not gonna lie, it was what I needed to start worrying about weight), the game is on.

I already have some boot ideas in mind. I knew that I wanted a tall shaft(shush you dirty minded folks). After trying on Janiece’s Tony Lama 3R’S, I knew that was want I wanted. I had a few things in mind, I wanted square toed, colored in some way, and a bit of a heel. I found 3 pairs, that I really liked. So now I ask you readers to help me decide between the three.
Option 1

Option 2

Option 3

I have added a tracker to the side of my blog, for my weight loss. If you see that the number isn’t changing after a couple of weeks or I have gone up. Please leave a comment on here, or shoot me and email. It can be encouraging, giving an idea on how to jump start me, or even getting on to me. I know I can do this but with a little encouragement it will be easier.

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For Me and Only Me

So I have decided that I am not unhappy with my weight, hell I am not unhappy with the way I eat. I am unhappy with the stillness that has overtaken my physical life. Before I married I lived a very physical life, in almost every way. In high school I rode horses and was in marching band, in college I worked retail, waited tables, car hopped plus the stresses of classes. Once we got married, my life began to slow down which isn’t bad but I miss physically doing something with my body. I know that I could play sports but I am not into that anymore. I have always want to run, walk, jog as a hobby; it seems to be such a centering sport. Like you can run your cares, dreams, and worries away (I don’t know if that makes sense but it does to me). About a month ago I broke down and bought a pair of running shoes, but then there they sat in my closet. Then I was scrolling through the app store on itunes and say the Nike Plus app (it was on;y a $1.99), and I thought what the hell and downloaded it. I am not going to lie it sat on my phone for over a week before I ever did anything with. Then a couple of nights ago after we put Ian to bed, I decided what the hell laced on my shoes and took off to the gym in our complex. Then this morning I broke out the jogging stroller, which had two low tires. So instead of letting that slow me down, I jogged down to the 7-11 and filled the tires, then jogged home. It wasn’t a long jog but it is a start.
Now to the point, I have a few goals that I want to place on myself. None of theses goals are large in the big picture but to me they seem important.

  • To log enough miles in the next year to have to need buy a new pair of shoes. 
  • When I reach 100 miles, reward myself with a good pair of running shorts and a running sports bra tank by 2/11.
  • To complete a 5k by 5/31/11.
  • This is the big one, the one that made my husband laugh at me. I want to enter and complete a half marathon by 10/31/11. 

I ask that you please support me as I go out on this goal. I also will be doing monthly updates on total miles completed, how I am feeling, and a new short term goal.  I am doing this for me no one else, and no one else prodded me into this. So by that I only have myself to get angry and if I fail, which isn’t an option.

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May have noticed

I have been kinda quiet over here as of recent well the first trimester exhaustion is kicking my butt. I take a nap nearly every time he goes down which is normally when I blog and comment on other blogs. Then add to the top of all I have had my body become a snot factory this week. I need a week where no one is sick and nothing big is going to happen, so basically when hell freezes over. So until I can breathe again, wake up with out my throat feeling like it is on fire. Then there is the tumble down the stairs I took last week while seeing Avatar, my body is still sore from that (the bug is still safe in sound). I can’t wait till this weekend is over so the Ian’s birthday celebrations are over and life will maybe go back to some semblance of normal (as normal as it can be with a 1 year old and being in first trimester). So I will be back to normal witty self soon.

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