Category Archives: Bubba

Maintaining homeostasis

Things seem okay around here.

The Princess and O’Baby are trying to settle into a routine. O’Baby seems a little out of sorts – he’s not napping very well, cries in the evening because he’s so overtired. But he’s okay most of the time. Bubba is really loving having him around again. The Princess is also out of sorts, but seems to be trying very hard to keep Owen close to his daddy.

Bro seems pretty happy. He’s not around that much, but when we do see him, he seems okay. Today he powerwashed the patio. It looks so nice.

Bubba had a good day today. He had a full day with O’Baby and me, got to talk to Bro for a while, went out with Daddy for ice cream. He’s pretty happy.

Hubby and I are keeping watch over everybody, trying to stay in tune to the vibrations and tensions in the house. Tomorrow, we are attending a party for a friend, and we actually got a sitter for Bubba. It’s his friend’s older sister, so he knows her and he seems excited about it. Hubby and I are just excited to get out of the house for a while alone. We’ll see our friends and have a fun relaxing time. I can’t wait.

We’re taking everything day by day, hour by hour. Today was a good day full of many good hours. Hopefully we can keep this going for a while.


I am just so sad for everybody today.

I am sad for Koby and The Princess.
I am sad for O’Baby.
I am sad for Bro and Bubba.
I am sad for Mr Obama – the public disrespect he faces and the ground he seems to be losing on so many fronts.
I am sad for the earth and the millions of people and wildlife affected by the oil spew.
I am sad and disappointed about Al Gore.
I am sad about many things that I can do nothing about.

My reflex reaction to this? Making blueberry muffins with whole grains, hand-picked blueberries, honey and love. Fixing a big dinner of steaks and vegetables for the people I care about.

All things will pass. But today was tough. Hopefully tomorrow will be easier.

Day is done

5am – My mom gets up and turns on the sun. Gets ready to fly to Chicago to see us.
5:30am – Hubby awakens and watches the Lakers win on recorded TV, listens to music.
7am – Bubba and I are up. We eat breakfast, but Hubby can’t.
8:45am – We drop Bubba off at Maria’s to play with Nick and attend Book Club.
9am – Hubby and I have our med refill checks with our doctor. Hubby’s news is great: he’s lost fifteen pounds and his blood work is ‘superior.’ My news is just okay: I have to exercise more, and there’s nothing I can do about the hot flashes. We are both praised for our lifestyle changes.
10am – Hubby and I arrive at the hospital to checkin for his upper endoscopy.
10:30am – The Princess picks Grandma up at the airport and drives her to our house. They buy donuts.
11:28am – Hubby is wheeled back into the procedure room. I visit with my coworkers in ER, make calls, read a book on my nook.
11:57am – Hubby is wheeled back in to the room. His throat has been stretched, but he’s looking good. He doesn’t have to be checked again for three years. They use a different form of sedation this time, so he’s less groggy and recovers more quickly.
12:15pm – We stop on the way home to pickup up Burger King and Bubba.
1pm – Hubby takes a nap. Bubba, Grandma and I head to the store to shop for O’Baby’s birthday presents. Then we decorate the house with wild abandon and lots of streamers. The bird is mildly freaked out by the birthday hat on top of her cage.
4:30pm – The Princess, O’Baby, Dani, Miles, and Koby arrive. The girls help make vegetables while I grill. Bubba and Grandma play with the babies. Hubby rests.
5:45pm – We eat salmon and turkey tenderloin mignons. My table is filled with people I love. Bro has to work and we all miss him.
6:15pm – The babies play on the deck with the hose and buckets. Grandma and I get soaked to the skin while the twenty-somethings watch and laugh inside.
7pm – CAKE!!! Everybody loves cake.
8pm – O’Baby opens the last of his presents and the kids go home. The house is suddenly quiet.
9:30pm – Bubba goes to bed.
9:45pm – Grandma goes to bed.
10pm – Hubby goes to bed.
I am up. The house is quiet. I read some magazines, write a blog entry, read my nook book, and secretly eat forbidden chocolate chip cookies.

Tomorrow — O’Baby’s party at the park, which will include many many people from all sides of the family, friends and innumerable babies. The forecast: 94, sunny, humid with possible storms.

Hmmm…brainstorming alternate plans. Sleep will come eventually.
Glad this day is done.


Today, I cleaned and baked and tried to keep my boy occupied and entertained.

Being with Bubba all day is draining, mostly mentally. I know he needs a certain amount of high-intensity physical activity daily, but I think boredom in general just messes with his mind. He and I start bickering, we both cop attitudes, and we usually have to spend a little time apart to cool down. We don’t fight, but we do get on each other’s nerves. It’s going to be a long summer. Thank goodness for golf camp (x2 weeks), tennis lessons (x1 week), and swim lessons (x2 weeks). At least those will get us out of the house.

Baking and cleaning just isn’t fun for Bubba. And a game of frisbee catch wasn’t enough for him. Luckily, Hubby took Bubba out to hit some golf balls after work. And I got Bubba a net to hit golf balls into so he can practice his swing. That should help.

Tomorrow will be crazy. But we’ll all be busy and occupied, AND I get to see my mom, which is going to be great!


O’Baby turned two-years-old today. It has been two of the best years of my life. He has been a miracle in more ways than one. He is a gift. One I will always be so grateful for.

Tomorrow, we have cake and dinner at our house for him. I can’t wait.

Off the wagon again

For a while there I was posting an entry every day. Now, not so much. I guess it’s just fallen down the priority list. Oh well.
So we meet again.

You know that The Princess and O’Baby moved out with Koby to an apartment about six weeks ago. You know that Dad came out for a visit last week.

I also downgraded my employment status to PRN (as needed) from part-time. This means I am not guaranteed hours anymore, but I can pick when I work and when I don’t. This will free me up to watch O’Baby while The Princess works, and give me more time with Bubba and O’Baby over the summer. And I don’t have to do any more presentations or be the hall monitor for my department. I can also work in other departments in the hospital, which will be fun.

In other news, Bro moved back in yesterday. He slept until about noon, and I watched him eat a nice lunch. He hung out for a while, then went to work. It’s nice to have my boy back again. He needs to be fattened up, and I’m just the mom to do it.

Tomorrow, Hubby, Bubba and I plan a killer walk on the arboretum trails. We are all really looking forward to it.

I’m just glad to have a couple of days off work. The past two days, I had to work as charge nurse on understaffed shifts. We were sent an unqualified replacement nurse to fill in on both days. I refused to let her take a team of patients, opting to take a load myself in addition to my charge duties. I had the replacement assist me and the other ED nurse instead. My concern was validated on Sunday, when I let her take two fairly easy patients on her own.

She couldn’t do anything right. The IVs she started, if she succeeded, ended up looking like a bloodbath occurred. The simplest tasks made her flustered and confused. She had her priorities all messed up, which caused wasted time and effort. Everything she did took ten times longer than usual. She’s been floated to our department many times, and thinks she is qualified to be there, even though she’s just been lucky enough not to really do major damage. She is actually a dangerous, overconfident nurse in the ED.

The worst part of the weekend was when she asked me to witness her wasting narcotics. This is something we do all the time. If we give a narcotic and there is some leftover, we have another nurse witness as we waste it, then confirm it in the medication machine using our passwords. No problem.

But she asked me to say that I witnessed her wasting something that accidentally squirted out of the syringe that she had in her pocket. Happens to all of us once, but she also asked me to witness another large narcotic dose that she ‘accidentally wasted.’ I was shocked and immediately uncomfortable. I did not suspect her of abusing drugs, and I still don’t. I believe she is just stupid, for lack of a better word. I wouldn’t trust her to take care of anyone I knew and liked.

I told her she was putting a lot of shit on me, and she replied that I had put a lot of shit on her that day too. (We had been exceptionally busy and she was easily rattled anyway.) I told her that this was NARCOTIC DISCREPANCY shit, and I had to think about it. I ended up telling her to call pharmacy and tell them her story. I took myself out of the equation completely. She settled things with them, and I advised the other nurses of the problem, so she wouldn’t be able to ask them for witness.

I hate being made to feel that uncomfortable. It’s stressful enough being in charge. Double that when a nurse calls in. And another nurse calls in. And the replacement the supervisor sent you is dumb and untrustworthy. And you get an ambulance with a patient who won’t stop seizing and has to be intubated. And your replacement nurse has to watch over the rest of the department while you work the code. And upstairs has no help to give you because they’re in the same boat.

I know her day with us severely damaged the replacement RN’s confidence in her abilities. I hope that this will make her more aware of what is expected of an ER nurse. Not many floor nurses can handle what we do. I am proud that I had faith in my own judgement, even though the supervisor wanted me to assign the replacement nurse a team of patients.

Yesterday was a nightmare. We got through it okay. Nobody died.
But it’s pretty bad when the best part of the day was when the physician’s cat-like reflexes save you from a shot of aspirated vomit to the face.
THAT would have been a really bad day.