Hospitals, Grandmothers & Crap, oh my.

Morning, readers.

If you're wondering why I haven't been updating the blog in exactly a week now, I might as well tell you I have a good reason for it.

S was sent to the hospital last Sunday for some tests. At first, I was told that we would only be there for a couple of days, just for observation because they were concerned like I was on why he wasn't gaining any weight.

...I was there until Friday.

Needless to say, I was quite frustrated, given the fact that I didn't bring anything more than what I would need for about two days, like they had said I would be in there for.

But it was good, aside from the fact that they only tested him one day.

I thought these tests were going to happen throughout the week, but they hadn't.

S was released from hospital on Friday because he showed signs of gaining weight just like they want him to - thanks to extra calories in his milk. Even though we still have to go to CHEO, I'm glad that we didn't have to stay in the hospital any longer waiting on test results that could take up to 4-6 weeks to arrive.

On Friday afternoon, I had called my grandmother to come and pick us up from the hospital so we could go home. But first, she dragged us to the mall. Complaining about how sore and tired she was all through the mall, on top of telling me just how fat she thinks I am and how I should wear loose clothing to mask it over and over again... I had had enough.

I told her RIGHT THERE, in the dressing room, exactly what I thought of her words. I told her that putting me in baggy clothing will only make me look bigger and that I was comfortable with how I looked, and if she didn't like it, we could stop 'shopping' alltogether, and she could drive me home without another word said.

Needless to say, she looked completely frazzled. She looked completely flabergasted that I could even have stood up for myself like that. She's used to me succumbing to everyone's little charade of manipulation and I think I might have shown her that I'm not to be played with like someone's little pawn anymore. I'm my own person, I'm someone's mother and I will not be manipulated in any sort of way - not anymore. Although it might have gotten some nasty looks from some people, I was totally proud of myself. And I didn't care what anyone thought.

The worst part is that she tried to win my love back by buying me things. I hate when she does that. But, I couldn't really argue on the stuff she was buying me - I was almost out of money and I still need to buy a little bit more for S.

Plus, I really needed a new pair of shoes.

I came home around 8 and really didn't do any housework at all. I was exhausted with frustration at my grandmother and exhausted from being at the hospital all week. S fell asleep early, and so did I.

Yesterday, I decided that I needed to do some laundry and clean up the mess that I had made in my bedroom packing last Sunday.

Last night was a rough night. Seb wouldn't stop screaming. Every time I put him down to clean or go to the bathroom, he would scream. As soon as I picked him up, he'd stop crying. During the night, he woke up every single hour until 4 AM, then went 3 hours without stirring. So finally, I could have some sleep at least, until 7:30 AM. After his feeding, he went right back down to sleep and I decided that I was just going to get up and start the day already. There's no sense going back to bed when I know he's going to get up in another hour again. Might as well get some dishes done that I didn't do last night and possibly re-organize the bedroom a little more than the half-fast job I did last night.

- Melly