I had really planned to stay on top of the blog once this new year rolled aournd.  Of course, when you make plans, life gets in the way and reminds you that you really don’t have a say in the grand scheme of things.

Truly, my goal of the new year was to make it to Monday, the 6th, which was when the girls went back to school.  On the eve of back to school, C complained of an upset stomach. This had been an ongoing thing with her probably since New Year’s Eve.  Dear sweet C, finicky eater that she is, had completely fallen off good eating habits during the break.  Hadn’t we all, though?  Still, I don’t ever recall my grandma letting me eat ice cream for breakfast, stay up late, sleep in, and do all manner of devil may care type shenanigans.  I digress.  The 6th finally arrived and after I had successful delivered them to school, a little bit of a praise break ensued.

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I was so sure that life would return to some sense of normalcy. Again, the best laid plans of mice and men, aimirte?

Suffice it to say, all of that good time going on caught up with C. Your girl gets sent home early for horking up her goldfish in the classroom wash sink. Now, before you get all CPS on me and call me callous and unfeeling, let me tell you that I was truly concerned.  Sure, I had a split second of, “Really? On the first day back?” but that was immediately followed by my Ego slapping my Id upside the head and my maternal instinct kicking in.

With gastric related issues, the kids have to be kept home from school for at least 24 hours.  The remainder of the day and into the next, C regaled me with how her tummy was good, not so good, okay, kind of funny, hungry, rumbly and everythign in between.  Because of her limited 6 year old vocabulary, I took to having her draw me a picture of how her tummy looked when it was anything other than okay. 

(Arrrgh!)

Not encouraging.

It’s frustrating not being able to help your child. I tried to explain to her what was happening, how her “plumbing” was clogged, but even the most simplistic terms were not allowing her to make the connection.  She was clearly uncomfortable, and she, too, was frustrated because she couldn’t articulate what the matter was.  A visit to the pediatrician provided us with an answer: reflux and constipation.

She was so backed up from eating poorly and being out of sync with the normal routine, it was giving her GERD.  Ugh, my poor little biscuit.

We have been on a steady diet of fiber rich foods, lots of water, and strict bedtimes.  She’s not happy about that, but after she “handled her business”, there was a noticeable spring in her step.

So, I relay all of this as an excuse attempt to reassure you, my dear readers, that I haven’t totally disappeared or forsaken this little piece of blogosphere for something else.

As a matter of fact, I have a few things I’m working on which I hope to reveal as they come to fruition and completeion.  I know the last time I said that, I ended the post with a snapshot of a sonogram.  Relax yourself, Hattie — that was a one time thing. No more wee ones, just some creative ideas that I’ve been marinating on and am ready to fire up.

Stay tuned!