Ducky Diaries: September 2014

Sunday, September 28, 2014

And the winner is!!!!!


First, a big huge Thank you goes to Colleen over at www.youniqueproducts.com/ColleenFoster for making this give away possible and for literally bringing my confidence back with a product so simple, yet brilliant!

Also a big Thank you to the folks who created Rafflecopter for making it possible to do awesome giveaways!

Now to the big winner!

Jamie Raspotnik come on down and claim your prize!!!  

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Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Be Younique - 3D Moodstruck Fiber Lashes review and giveaway

D.I.C. likes to say I'm the Captain of our ship, and he's right.

I am.

I handle everything; housework, finances, scheduling, child rearing, laundry, and feeding a family of four. I am a personal alarm clock, chauffer, professional boo-boo fixer, security blanket, and a wife. 

Point is, I'm busy.

And my mornings are just as hectic if not more so than the rest of my day. I get approximately 5 minutes to myself after I wake before there is a vibration in the force that signals the mother ship is ready for take off.  After that all bets are off and fingers start appearing under the bathroom door. 

That 5 minutes includes making myself presentable to the outside world, which results in my having to pull out the big guns.

Deodorant. Mascara. Coffee.

It's my goal to smell decent, look alert (and somewhat alive), and to stay awake. However, as hard as I may try to avoid it, by the end of my day the reflection staring back at me rivals a rabid Raccoon.

Am I'm just asking too much of my mascara?...

Possibly, but what's a girl to do when she has tried almost every mascara on the market? I mean is it really too much to ask for a magical wand whose sole purpose is to keep my lashes from looking like the sad, sparse, scraggly hairs that they are?

How long do I keep jumping from brand to brand?

I guess maybe I wasn't born with it because this is so NOT easy breezy.

Heck, I even tried false eyelashes as a last resort, but the only thing I succeeded in doing was gluing my own eyelashes together and getting the falsies stuck on the end of my eye shadow brush. True story! 

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So imagine my skeptical delight and trepidation when I recently got the offer to try Younique Moodstruck 3D Fiber Lashes mascara. 

After a major battle erupted in my brain I decided to give it a try, because really, after the false eyelash fiasco how much worse can things get?

However upon receiving my Younique Moodstruck 3D Fiber Lashes, I was a little intimidated because there were two tubes and 3 steps. As we all now know, anything with more than one step ends with a body part glued to a non body part, but, it was SO simple to use my 3D Fiber Lashes. I couldn't believe it!

Step 1: Just apply your Moodstruck Transplanting Gel (as you would your mascara).

Step 2: Apply your Moodstruck Natural Fibers (as you would your mascara) until you reach your desired level of volume and length.

Step 3: Re-apply your Moodstruck Transplanting Gel, think of it as your sealer (don't worry, no body parts will end up glued to non body parts).  And VOILA! 

In literally less than 2 minutes I had voluptuous, sexy, dark lashes! No fuss, no mess, no smudging.  Rabid Raccoon was vanquished and there was no looking like the tired mom I felt like!   Seriously, check out my before and after!


                                                              Before 3D Fiber Lashes

                                              With 3D Fiber Lash - Without 3D Fiber Lash

The difference is absolutely astounding! I am wearing NOTHING other than Younique Moodstruck 3D Fiber Lash mascara! No fillers, no false glue on lashes sitting awkwardly on the middle of my eyelid. Just the 3D Fiber Lash! 

I'm a believer!!!!!! 
And I want you to be as well, which is why I am teaming up with my friend Colleen at www.youniqueproducts.com/colleenfoster , to give one lucky reader the Younique Moodstruck 3D Fiber Lash experience for free!!!!! 




Enter to win your 3D Fiber Lashes here (available to U.S. and U.K. residents only)
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Hop on over to Colleen's site, at www.youniqueproducts.com/colleenfoster  to check out all Younique has to offer!  You'll find everything from Minerals Pigment Powder eye shadows to full make-up sets and more. I think you'll be amazed that you'll never have to shop anywhere else for your facial needs!
                                                Younique Moodstruck 3D Fiber Lashes
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Friday, September 19, 2014

Diagnosis Editon : Answers


Yesterday we had an appointment with Bear's physiatrist.  We also went over the results of his brain M.R.I.

For so long we've gone the route of everything but the M.R.I. mostly because of my fear that my baby wouldn't wake from the sedation. Yet, we decided (even though I was ridiculously terrified) it was best, when Bear turned three to have it done to see if it could help identify or dispel a diagnosis. 

We were told we probably wouldn't see anything, mostly because he was "full term" when he was born. 

However, we did see something.....  Plain as day.  There it was.  The scar tissue evident of a brain bleed which happened shortly before, during, or right after birth.

Bear has been diagnosed with Congenital Diplegia.  Also known as Spastic Cerebral Palsy, or Little's Disease

On one hand, it's a happy thing.  It is what it is. It will not progress, it will not change. The brain damage is as it always will be.  We have an official diagnosis. We can be done. There will always be specialists and most likely surgeries and appointments, but now we know. We have a name. 

We have a name. We have a diagnosis. No more wondering. No more fear of something fatal. We have a name for the beast we have lived with for three years. Relief, we can breathe a sigh of it.

On the other hand, I'm angry. I AM MADDER THAN A BAT OUT OF HELL!

I AM MAD!

I am mad at my OB for stripping/sweeping my membranes during a standard prenatal appointment,
without   my knowledge or consent and causing me to go into imminent labor potentially before my unborn child was ready.

I am mad that I was left stalled at 9.5 centimeters for over 5 hours during labor.

I am mad that my son had Torticollis in the womb, yet it went unnoticed and most likely ultimately caused a nerve to be pinched during our vaginal delivery.

I am mad that after a big bleed, the flu, my son's small size,  and two prenatal specialists monitoring my son's kidneys and brain ventricles I was still not considered a high risk patient.

I am mad that I was unable to have an epidural because my white blood cell count pointed towards an infection during labor. An infection caused by a urinary tract infection.

A urinary tract infection that went unnoticed by my OB office even though I had to pee in a cup at every. single. appointment.

Apparently they can scan you for drug use, but not ensure you don't have a fucking U.T.I.

I am mad that my son came out 'sunny side up' and yet after 15 hours of horrific labor, no one but my husband thought to tell me! 

I am mad as hell at the nurse who gave my newborn son his hearing test.  You told me he failed the first time in his right ear, but passed the second try "with flying colors".  I wish I could talk to you now and have you explain that to me, especially since at 3 years old my son is deaf, in his right ear..... 

Must have been one hell of a flying color show, or close to break time? 

I am mad that my spastic newborn with ridiculously tight muscles was hailed as advanced for his age, doing things (like crawling and lifting his head- which was really just spastic movements) and not evaluated at 4 days old.  We were informed simply, not to leave him on a couch alone.

Thanks, that's some grade A advice, doc.

I am mad that what was most likely a seizure was laughed about and then explained as "Moro reflex".

Because first time mothers are idiots who don't know the difference between something being seriously wrong and your baby's 'startle reflex'. 

I am mad that I was undermined so many times in the first year of my son's life.

I am mad at myself for being so scared of sedation.  I am mad at myself for inadvertently causing our family prolonged emotional pain when we could have had answers 2 years ago had I  agreed to do the M.R.I.

Most of all, I am mad that not a single thing will ever be done about any of the things I am mad about.
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So, this, is where I am at right now.  Maybe in a few days I'll be in a better more Zen, accepting place. But for now I am back in the thick of grief and that's okay.

To quote a fantastic book : "Pain demands to be felt."

Now if you'll excuse me I am going to continue to stare at these pictures of Bear in a swing because his facial expressions cause me great joy.

And make me laugh like a Hyena on cocaine. 






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Sunday, September 14, 2014

When the silence gets too loud





Dear Sensory Processing Disorder, potential Cerebral Palsy, muscle spasticity, abnormal gait, microcephaly, hypertonia and hypotonia,

I hate you.

Dear Severe Expressive Language Disorder,
I hate you the most..... 

I hate that out of all the things you take from my son, each day, you took his ability to speak. To be heard, to relate, to articulate his thoughts into vocabulary. 

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. 

I hate you when I ask my Bear how his day was after school.

I hate you when I peek into his folder to know how his day was at school.

I hate you when he gets upset that we're not understanding him.

I hate you when my heart aches to know what his sweet little words would sound like.

I hate you when he reaches for someone to get their attention and they walk past because they didn't notice him.

I hate the look on his face when he feels ignored.

I hate you when the only sound he can make is Mmm for everything.

I hate you when I wonder how he feels and never truly know.

I hate you most when the silence gets too loud.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.





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Friday, September 12, 2014

Our first communicable disease




Ungh....   

This lovely nugget was sent home in Bear's folder yesterday.  Shigellosis is the name of the game and apparently it is pretty much full on dysentery.  Mucous diarrhea, stomach cramps, fever.  Contracted through poop, things that have touched the poop, things that have touched the person with the poops,  food, and water touched by the person who has the poops.... 

Being that Bear is 3 and in preschool, I am totally confident that we will be just fine. 


 
What ever happened to good old fashioned Lice outbreaks?

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Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Pocketful of Zozies

 
 
Now that Bear is in school I 've gotten to spend so much more time with this lovely little.  And it has been an absolute blast. 
 
I'm not going to lie, only having one child to care for, Monday through Thursday is nice.  It's become our special girl's time.  We go out to lunch, shopping, check out our parks and Library.  Zo is my partner in crime and I really cherish these moments we get where I can be hers, completely, with undivided attention. The moments seem so fleeting, especially when compared to Bear having me all to himself the first 2 years of his life.   There's definitely something to be said about going from your first child to multiple children. 
 
You are always there, tending to everyone, but spending quality one on one time with all of your littles is difficult and can definitely leave a parent feeling a little exhausted come bed time.
 
Yet on the same wave length, I really miss having one on one moments with Bear that I haven't gotten since Zo-zo was born.   I keep telling myself to get a sitter for Zo and pick Bear up from school for a date...  It's a catch 22.
 
One of these days I might figure out the secret equation for spending alone time with both kids, but probably not today. There's not enough coffee flowing.  So for now, I'm just going to enjoy my time with Thing 2  and not feel guilty about it.  
 
 

 

 



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