Non-Hemophilia MADNESS

I am always prepared for a bleed. I keep a stock of medical supplies, a hospital bag in the car and I make sure everyone around us knows about Anthony’s condition and what it could mean for him should something bad happen. What I am not prepared for is something non hemophilia related to happen.

Michael has surgery 3 weeks ago to move his…’boys’ ….into the correct location. Recovery went great, Michael was a champ and our follow-up went without a hitch, that is until last night. He has developed an abscess both on his upper thigh and underneath the incision. OMG What do I do! Hospital? That seems a bit rash… Pediatrician? Its Friday I don’t know how much they can really do for him…I guess both?

And so we load up, Anthony at school, and head to the pcp, who in turn sends us to the ER. At the ER they call the surgeon who did the procedure and debate a course of action. Geeze, men and their territory. They decide that Michael shouldn’t be opened up in both places but rather just on his thigh, wouldn’t want to open up old wounds so to speak. Now I have a baby with antibiotics, another incision on his body, and a whole new list of things to do if things go horribly wrong..did I mention I started a new job last week and have to work tonight? My god being a mom is busy work sometimes.

My Mommy Rant

Snuggled with his Panda pillow pet. (Almost 10am now) Good thing he snores like a lumber jack or I'd be a little worried about him.

I think we’re skipping swimming lessons this morning. Why? Anthony is still in bed. This isn’t outrage, this is shock. He wakes me up every morning at the crack of dawn and here we are; the sun shining, 9:32 am, a really beautiful Florida day and he’s in bed sleeping. Must really not be feeling well.






Michael however is next to me, fully awake with a ring of thrown toys surrounding his high chair. He has 2 top teeth coming in (again at the same time) and decided flinging peaches at me would make him feel better than eating them.

Nemours finally called this morning about a pulmonary doctor.


My hair is a mess.

I haven’t had my coffee yet.


I have a mountain of homework I need to crawl under. And my house needs a good cleaning. Some days life is just a little bit overwhelming. Throw in an ear infection and a surprise infusion and my day planner has gone from color coded beauty to chaos that resembles a foreign language. Madness I tell you. The natives are taking over!


So there you have it. My Mommy rant. Ever feel this way?