Complaint Department

Well..... My theory last week was such that I didn't have much to complain about. I mean, after a relaxing, soul searching trip to locate my "roots" in Ireland, I felt at peace when I came home. I'd been everywhere my grandfather had been. I'd met people who knew him and heard numerous times, "Christ! You look just like Patsy O'Mahony!" (My grandfather's name is Patrick so Patsy is the nickname). I also heard as many times that I'm the spitting image of my mother. One cousin even said that if she closed her eyes and listened to me talk it was like my mom was there. Good? I think so!

So, I decided on Wednesday afternoon that I would not carry out my promised Thong Thursday.

Wednesday afternoon my daughter came home from school with "sand"' in her eye. Please know that she wasn't miserable... just uncomfortable. I tried numerous things to get it out. Including, saline, water, tissues, etc. It wouldn't budge. I got on the phone first thing Thursday morning to get her an appointment with an eye doc. After being seen, it turns out that EJ had some sort of metal in her eye. Metal that took wouldnt move even after three rounds of four adults holding her down. Metal that finally came out after she was wrapped in a sheet and strapped to a bed while a speculum pried her eye open and a jackass know-it-all resident scraped off the lens of her eye and NEVER sedated her. Screams, blood, tears, busted blood vessels, terror, asshole residents, sympathetic nurses and staff, did i mention asshole residents?

I will NEVER EVER EVER forget that afternoon. I will never forget the sound of my daughter screaming for me to save her. I will never forget the breakdown I had in the car on the way home when it was all over and she was asleep. I will never forget that night when I stayed up holding her listening to her whimper in her sleep.

This morning, we were given a clean bill of health. Her lens has healed and her eyesight is fine. No more risk of infection and possible blindness.

In five short weeks my baby girl has had: strep throat, impetigo, pink eye, a second degree burn on her hand which needed surgery, another minor burn on the other hand and then metal in her eye.

Still. She's here. She's safe. She's happy. She's safe....

I don't have a thing in the world to complain about. So, no Thong Thursday. I hope you understand.

AND just because he makes me smile, here's a picture of my grandfather, Patrick O'Mahony before he died. Isn't he handsome?




This was a difficult post to write as there were many emotions wrought within me. I truly believe that my recent trip to Ireland was one that brought answers to many questions in my life but also gave me insight into just what depths we, as mothers, will reach to provide for our children. I understand my grandmother so much more now and stand in awe of my mother as well. Go hug your babies...

I will never fail you, Eva Joy.... as long as I live.