Just like waiting for a race to start

You know that feeling when you first wake up the morning of a race? Maybe it starts the night before but that "Woah, something big is going to happen" feeling?

That's what this morning felt like. I had things set up the night before. Bug's snack for school, his halloween costume in a bag for the sitter to put on him. Trouble's spare outfit, the cards and paperwork we needed to bring.

We got up with the alarm. Both Hubby and I wide awake much earlier than we normally get up at. First we got Bug up and ready for the sitter's (shes across the street) and then we got Trouble up and out the door to the hospital (The doctor's with a H mommy). Got through registration quickly and up to the Ped's floor. Got him checked in and in his little hospital gown. We had to be there an hour and a half before the scheduled start time and that was 8 so by 7am Trouble was hanging out in the playroom with the other kids waiting to head down to the surgical floor. While we were waiting I mentioned to Hubby that it felt like waiting for a race to start. I'm all nerves till I hit that start line and let things fall where ever they go. I just couldn't see that damn start line.

by 8:15 the Doctor came and collected Trouble who I found out afterwards had no issues doing anything asked and was apparently full of "what's that?"s. We went off to the waiting room and Ahhhh there was my start line. I was fairly confident I would cry after I sent him off but nope. It was sad and scary but no tears. It was time to just go and let all the prep work and doctor's do their thing. I know while we were waiting I kept reading the same two paragraphs over and over again in the book I was reading and that sucked.

I couldn't even tell you what time it was when they said he was in recovery and that one of us could go see him. I was just up and didn't even give Hubs the chance. and Trouble was PISSED. He was pissed with the IV in his hand. He was confused and didn't like that at all. He was the loudest one in the recovery room so even though there was some kids who got to recovery before us we got sent up the after care room first mostly to get the noise out of there. It did take a while for him to calm down and that was hard having your 3 year old cuddle for like 20 seconds then fling themselves away from you and fight any help. Bah. But eventually he calmed down. It even took a while to convince him that you had to drink some juice or have a popsicle before we could take the IV out and go home. But he got that one too. I think his favourite part was at discharge he got a bag of Halloween candy and a new toothbrush. We were home by 10:30-ish. By noon he was fully back to normal and you'd have no clue unless we told you that he had minor surgery under general that morning.

He even joined his brother for the Kindergym and Art class they take on Friday afternoons.

I told him we have to go back in two weeks for a follow up to make sure the stitches all dissolved and to get the test results. He asked if he gets more candy. yeah he's fine.

Three Things Thrusdays

1. I have the best kids. Yesterday the drilling from the work being done behind our house was insanly loud. Bug suggested we go to the mall. "We want to play in the play center while you go shopping or something mommy". Yeap, like I need a 5 year old to encourage me to go shopping kid free. Each child is $5/hr at this place and even though I ddin't buy anything for me, that was a well spent $10.

2. Suddenly the idea of doing a Marathon next fall scares the crap outta me. Have you seen the training plans they have out there? The full out effort involved?? I'm sure you have since a good chunk of you have done a Marathon. Yeah I'm gonna wait till the New Year to even think about it anymore. Bah.

3.Can someone explain why the little halloween chocolate bars are soooo much better than the full size ones? I'm going to go with the variety it gives. And the fact that I have kids means there will be no shortage of the stuff after Sunday. Anyone want to lend me some extra willpower?

Which came first?

So I had a great run pace wise. I had an average pace of 5:59/km for 6km.

I also had what would qualify as a nightmare last night. I dreamt that after the surgery on Friday we got a call. They are going to biopsy the growth they are going to remove because it developed quickly and need to make sure its nothing serious. Ok. No one thinks its anything serious and we've talked to 3 different doctors so we're ok with. But apparently my sub conscience isn't. That phone call in my dream was them telling us that Trouble has cancer. Yeah cause that's a dream you want to have. Hubby says that the nerves are from the dream. I'm thinking the dream is a result of the nerves. You can control thoughts and such way better in the day when you're in control, at night not so much.

So I headed out this morning with the hope of keeping myself from injuring myself and I did that but man. I'm tired! 6km doesn't normally take this much out of me. I'll be honestly and mention that there was a couple(3) stops in there because I was generally doing a 5:30 pace but needed to catch my breathe since it was getting all over the place.

Is it Friday afternoon yet?

Back out there

and it was rough.
I figured it would be but man! I was keeping it around my normal pace which was a struggle in and of itself with the way my thoughts were going, and it felt like I could walk faster. In all honestly I know I wasn't going that slowly.

But I did it, I got back out there when it would have been sooooo much easier to have a cup of coffee, or do my errands, hit the bookstore (btw, I need a new one, any book recommendations?)

Today's weather was wonderful so that helped, although I was wearing my pants rather than my capris and wished I was in the latter so I was warm and I knew I didn't drink enough water over the weekend and that I wasn't hydrated enough.

So!

Back on the bandwagon, back to behaving and getting out there. I'm even thinking of joining the half marathon clinic thats starting next week. I need goals.

Still here

Not really running.

Trouble is having his surgery next week. I'm a basket of nerves about it. Its a minor in and out surgery but of course its still surgery. It doesn't help that when we went for a pre-op meeting with the anesthesiologist no one on the Ped's floor knew why we were there since they do the pre-op clinic on a different day and we weren't on the list for that. Plus he as apparently booked for the adult pre-op so we got sent back and forth and I was almost ready to cry since people kept expecting me to know what was going on. Bahh!

But they gave us the clinic thing 45 minutes later anyways. But we weren't there for that and had to go back the next day for the orginal meeting anyways. There was 5 kids including Trouble waiting to be seen and no one came for over 2 hours. Thankfully Hubby took him that time, cause I would have lost it. This was for kids that had other medical issues that they want to be careful about during surgery like Trouble's VSD (hole in his heart in layman terms) .

Next up is the pre-op check up with his regular Ped on Friday. So that will be the easy one. I tried running, but I'm going way to fast. I usually do around a 6 minute per km pace and I keep doing around a 5 minute pace. I couldn't even do 1km at that pace and I was worried about injurying myself so I'm allowing myself to take it easy and just do other things to focus my mind on. So the main floor of my house is really clean. Plus today since it was nice out the little boys and I went to the Zoo. If anyone knows about the BIG hill for the Canadian Domain, thats a workout in and of itself. We always go down there to see the land bison, its like a rule in our house.

Just another week and things go back to normal and calm down. whew.

He's caught the Bug!

This morning we carbed up with some yummy pancakes. I couldn't say no to Bug with his excitment about his big race. We headed up to Richmond Hill and it was insanly easy to find the park. Got the Hubby's and Bug's bibs and got ready.

Showing off their numbers



Then they were off!



It wasn't long before they were back.


A mere 7 minutes and 11 seconds later.
PPSSSSttt, Don't you love his watch? That was his insistance since hes going to be a racer like mommy.


A proud boy.

Of course I was asked on the walk back to the car.... "Mom when its nice again after the winter, I get to do this again right?"

Yeap, my Bug has been bitten.

Since I'm a Dork like that

Check out what I made Bug for tomorrow for after he does Run 4 Rett