Good News

PHEW! My appointment with the neurosurgeon went very well. Much better than expected. To be honest, he said he wasn't sure why my regular doctor scared the bejeezies out of me the way he did. Yes, I have a ruptured disk, but he's confident some good ol' fashioned physical therapy will take care of that. As for all the other issues. Yes, they're issues, but nothing to be alarmed about.  The thing is, we were alarmed. My doctor told me things looked "bad" and he was sure I'd need surgery. When in all reality, it appears the dude didn't really know what he was talking about. So, Andy and I have spent the last two weeks nervous and anxious for my appointment with the neurosurgeon. We were prepared for the worst, but of course, hoping for the best. To say the least, the news today came as a huge relief. I'll begin physical therapy sometime next week and go from there. The issue with my sacrum is actually a condition called spina bifida occulta. Trust me, it's not as frightening as it sounds. Basically, when I was just a wee fetus a couple of my vertebrae and my sacrum didn't form exactly as they should have. No biggie. It's really not a big deal.

There it is. After two weeks of holding our breath, Andy and I can finally breathe. My sweet husband took half the day off work today (his birthday) so he could accompany me to my appointment in Jackson. That may not seem like a huge deal to anyone else, but if you know Andy you know he NEVER takes time off work. EVER. He never said it, but I know he knew just how scared I was and didn't want me to possibly receive bad news on my own. The past two weeks, he's lifted kids and groceries, got me water and ibuprofen after he was already snug in bed and reminded me over and over to "take it easy." But most importantly, he and our friend Isaac gave me a beautiful priesthood blessing. It brings me great comfort and peace, especially during experiences like this, to have the priesthood in my home. To have a husband who is worthy to hold that office and to have sweet children who so reverently fold their arms and bow their heads as their Daddy performs such an important task. I am truly blessed.

Fun Food

I try to make our dinner meal plan a month in advance. It's really not as tough as it sounds, especially since we have a few "set" meals: Taco Tuesday, leftovers on Wednesdays, Pizza Pieday (Friday). Anyway, I've done my best to include the kids in the meal planning and allow them to choose a few meals a month. Last week they chose Sloppy Joes. I decided to take it one step further and came up with these:

SLOPPY JOE CARS! This was a big hit with both kids, although Jax wouldn't eat his. He didn't want to ruin the car. I finally convinced him to eat the meat out of the car, but had to give him a separate plate of vegetables and cheese.

Just My Luck

I'm a pretty lucky person. I just have good luck. I was that kid who always won the cakewalk at the school carnival. As an adult, I tend to win contests/drawings. It just happens that way. But, when it comes to my body, I have bad, bad luck. I always have bizarre things going on with me. A femur tumor? Really? Six wisdom teeth? Not surprised. An ovary fused to my uterus? Just par for the course. Strange, strange, strange. Well. my recent medical issue is no exception.

I've been having severe lower back pain for about five months now. It constantly hurts, but some days are tolerable, others I can barely get out of bed. The only time it doesn't hurt is when I exercise (I know, seems counterintuitive). After months of just dealing with it I finally started going to a chiropractor. After three adjustments a week for more than a month and no change, Andy and I thought it best to go to the doctor. So I did. After going over my symptoms he ordered an MRI. Here's what it showed:

-I have a ruptured disc in my lower back
-I have an extra disc which has thrown my back all out of whack.
-My sacrum (the triangular bone at the base of your spinal column) is in two pieces. It's supposed to be one.
-There are some "growths" on my spine they want to take a look at

So there you have it. Weird, right? I meet with a neurosurgeon next week to discuss the best course of action. Many doctors will recommend physical therapy for a ruptured disc, but in some cases surgery is necessary. Obviously, the major concern is the effect the ruptured disc and extra disc are having on my nerves. If a ruptured disc goes untreated for long enough it could lead to severe nerve damage. If the neurosurgeon does choose surgery, the good news is that a discectomy is a fairly common, minimally-invasive procedure with a short recovery time. But who knows if he'll want to go in and take care of the other issues, or go in at all. We could speculate right now, but at this point we'll just wait and see. Andy and I are just grateful I decided to go to the doctor, and that we have great insurance. Thank goodness he works for the government!

My appointment is Thursday (which happens to be Andy's birthday). In the meantime, I'm not supposed to lift more than 10 pounds (yeah, good luck with that) or exercise. The doctor prescribed some serious meds, but I don't think they're necessary. I'll just stick with good ol' ibuprofen. Ava is good to remind me to take ibuprofen every morning and gets stern with me when I pick up Jax. And she's ALWAYS sure to tattle to Daddy when I do something I'm not supposed to. I should be grateful she's looking out for me, but I'm more just annoyed she's such a little stickler for the rules. In all other areas of life, I appreciate how good she is about following the rules... except when she's making sure I'm the one to follow them!

A Friend All His Own

Jax's friends have always been Ava's friends. That's just part of being the little brother. He tags along when his big sister and her friends play and by default, her friends become his friends too. Not to mention, we've never lived anywhere where there have been many kids Jax's age. But thank goodness for our new little town. There are an abundance of little people here all Jax's age. But he and this little guy, Eli have become great little buddies. They met in nursery our first Sunday here and the rest is history. Jax even tells us, "Eli my very best buddy."

Eli's family moved here just a few months before us (also from Utah) so we've all bonded over our new, very different home. The dads are both nerdy engineers, and the moms are both crafty. It's like it was meant to be :) Ava has made a few little friends too, who get this, ARE GIRLS! Crazy, I know! Anywhere we've ever lived there has been an overabundance of boys Ava's age and I just happen to become great friends with a mom who has a boy. But here, there are girls. And several of them. Who know that such a small little town would be full of so many fun friends?!

I Knew This Day Would Come

Ava and Jax are great little helpers! Monday is our deep-cleaning day and they actually fight over who helped me the most. It's pretty sweet. Until someone throws a dirty sponge at someone else. That's not sweet. That's gross. Anyway, they especially love to help me fold laundry. Ava is a great little folder. Jax is more of a wadder, but he's trying. As we folded whites the other day, Ava came across one of my bras and naturally, did what any normal little girl would do:

First THIS:

Then, THIS:

She thought this one was especially hilarious because I had just taught them the day before in preschool about flies' and bees' eyes. She was buzzing around the living room, "I'm a fly. I'm a fly."

We had to put it away once Jax asked if he could wear the bra. I'll admit, I played with the idea for a moment simply for the go-to photo to show his future dates. But, I thought better of it (plus, I already have plenty of embarrassing pics of him).  

Savings Machine

Surprisingly, groceries in our little town are super expensive. Four dollars for a gallon of milk says it all. Our first month here, our grocery bill was double what it was in Utah. Crazy! So, in an effort to save money, I've been a coupon clipping, savings-blog-following machine. I even have a binder, separated into more than 30 sections where I keep track of all my coupons. Initially, I was a little overwhelmed but excited. As a matter of fact, Andy thought my excitement a little weird. Until this happened:

All of this totaled more than $60. What did I pay? NOTHING! This was all FREE!

I've had similar shopping trips since then, but I felt most successful after this week when I got our family more than $750 worth of food groceries for about $200. In one shopping trip alone I got $98 worth of groceries (including 12 boxes of General Mills Cereal and eight boxes of Nature Valley granola bars, among other things) for $23. We've got our meals set for the next six weeks or so. I will have to go back to the store to get milk and fruit (I've been making our bread), but during my shopping trips I earned $15 off my next purchase so I'll be able to use that for those things. I would like to whittle our shopping budget down even more over the next few months, but this is a good start, especially considering grocery prices here. For now though, we've got enough cereal, granola bars, yogurt, frozen vegetables and cheese to get us through the next year (or so it seems).

Settling

Jax has been very interested as of late in my belly. More specifically, the nine months he spent in there. He often talks about when he lived in my belly or how, "when I come out your belly I was a Baby Jax." Today, on the way to Church we were having this same conversation when Ava said, "Jax, when you were in Mama's belly I called you Baby June. I wanted you to be a girl. But you came out a boy." Then, after a brief pause she announced, "Better than nothin'." She's so honest.