Saturday, January 21, 2017

It Only Took A Day

Disclaimer: Let me go on record here and say I do not like Trump. My personal political views are far from conservative. However, I have many friends (some I consider family) that I genuinely love and respect that are Conservative, Evangelical, Republicans. I do not love them any less for their vote. I do not respect them any less for their vote. I believe they voted with their conscience and I cannot condemn them for that. We have a difference of opinion, that is understandable. The only time I cannot continue respect is when insults become personal and adults start acting like children. That applies to both sides of the political divide. 

Today is January 21, 2017. Donald Trump has been the President of the United States for just over 24 hours now. As promised, on day one, he got to work to make some big changes to the healthcare system. Roughly 45 minutes ago my mother called me in tears. Her pain medication that she has been taking regularly for over 12 years, while under close watch of her primary care physician, is no longer covered under medicaid with out jumping though several hoops. Those hoops will take time and money she does not have. So, she must live in excruciating pain caused from a broken back that did not receive proper medical attention for months.

My mother lives in the middle of nowhere Pennsylvania. It's Trump country. The population of the entire county is roughly 6,000 people and the median income hovers around $26 k. She does not have a working vehicle and less than zero disposable income. Needless to say, she doesn't really have access to a lot of resources. This is why the new rules for her medication are a problem. In order for her pain medicine to be covered, she needs to be seeing a pain management specialist. Seems easy enough. Well, it's not. The closest pain management specialist is about an hour and a half's drive from her home. Not an easy task when you don't have a working vehicle or the gas money to offer someone. Not to mention, the wait-list for this doctor is so long that it will take her at least 3 months to be able to get an appointment. She will only be allowed to receive one months worth of medicine per doctor's visit. This would be fine if she was able to get there once a month, but due to the high demand of patients (my mother is not the only one with this problem), appointments are scheduled every 8 to 12 weeks.

Someone please explain to me how this is making America great?

 My mother marched today.  In her tiny little town full of Trump supporters.  Alone and in spite of pain.  I have never been more proud.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Nap Time Nightmares

Paisley has decided that sleep is for chumps and she would much rather color all day than take a nap. I know I stopped taking a nap at a young age, but I was really hoping we could stretch it out with her. It would be fine if I could just put her in the crib and leave her for some quiet time. The problem is, when I do that, disaster strikes.  It's happened more than once now.  I put her down for a nap, she does not fall asleep, I go back in an hour and she has completely disrobed. There is poop all over her, her crib, her favorite blanket, and her doll. She must be related to Houdini some how, cause this girl can get out of any onesie, zippered pajamas, backward diaper combo there is.  On Saturday it was so bad that I threw up. On her. Yes, I threw up on my child. I stared a savings account for all the therapy she will need when she gets older.

I had this brilliant idea that I would push her bedtime back by a half hour. I would make sure she is not sleeping in too late so she would nap in the afternoon.  Well, that backfired.  Not only did she not nap, she was over tired and grumpy all day. When bedtime finally came, I cried literal tears of joy.

I've reached that point in motherhood I've heard about, but never really gave it much thought. That part where I am desperate to have a conversation about anything but Daniel Tiger or work. The part where I can say I need a break and not feel guilty about it.  I heard other mothers say these things but I guess I never fully listened cause it never crossed my mind until this week. let me just get this out there: I hear you all loud and clear now!

There may be some hope.  Dean sent me this picture today.  Of course, he could have just drugged her.  I am not fully convinced this happened naturally.