Healthcare

You would have to be living under a rock to not be aware of the debate going on regarding our nation's health care system. For those of you that know me, I think you know my views on the whole issue. For those that don't know me, suffice to say that there is no way I am putting my or my children's health in the hands of our government - regardless of who is President.

What I wanted to bring up though, is something that has challenged me in my own use of the health care system. There are very few people who think our health care system is working and doesn't need some type of reform. I know I have been annoyed and frustrated with the system and my insurance company many times. The hardest thing to deal with on a daily/monthly/annual basis is the rising cost of health insurance. If you haven't taken the time to look at your paycheck stub and see how much money is taken out of your salary for medical insurance, you should really make that a priority. It's a pretty good chunk of change. I know I have complained about rising costs. But I didn't feel responsible for those rising costs. I am healthy, thank the Lord. I don't spend a lot of time at the doctor...which makes it all the more annoying to watch the price of my insurance creep up. But then I decided that I needed to think about my use of the health care system from a different perspective: what would I do differently if I wasn't insured?

Well, for starters, I wouldn't want to HAVE to go to the doctor. So I would make a more concerted effort to keep myself healthy. Maybe I'd eat a little less, exercise a little more, take those daily vitamins, not take unnecessary risks.

Inevitably, I would have to go to the doctor. When that happens, I would call around to different doctors and find out what they charge for their services. I would try to get the best care for my money. If the doctor prescribed something for me, I would ask for the generic version instead of the brand name. I would distinguish between what was necessary for me to be healthy and what was simply recommended. I would refuse any tests that weren't absolutely necessary.

I have two children, and because we've had insurance, I've always followed the check-up schedule perfectly...until now. I realized what a waste of money and time most of those check-ups are. For those not familiar, the check-up schedule starts with a visit at 1-week old, then 1 month old, 2 months old, 4 months old, 6 months old, 9 months old, 1 year, 15 months, 18 months, 2 year, 3 year, 4 year, etc. I am not against going to those first 2 or 3 check-ups - especially for first time moms. They provide some piece of mind that things are going well, and it's important to make sure the newborn is thriving and getting enough to eat. But here I was, with my second child, ready to go to her 9 month check-up so that I could find out how much she weighs, how tall she is, how giant her head is, and give her a trillion few shots. I had absolutely no concerns about her eating or her development, and I was confident that she was healthy. Then I realized that the 20 minute check-up I was going to take her to costs almost $500. At least that is what the office bills my insurance. So I canceled the appointment. There is really no need for it. Yes, she is missing some of her scheduled vaccinations - but that is a good thing from my point of view, and she'll get some of them next time - so no worries.


All that rambling to say that I have been challenged. If I'm going to complain about rising health care costs, I am going to do my best to not contribute to it. I'm not suggesting that this will fix the system, but it clears my conscience. I think we've all gotten so lazy and irresponsible with our health. We go to the doctor or the E.R. for the smallest thing. We get an antibiotic "just in case". We authorize a bunch of unneeded tests because they're covered by our insurance. We get a prescription for the name brand we saw on the commercial. We don't think about what we eat, what we drink, or our exercise because the doctor will deal with it, or there is probably a pill we can take.

It is not the government's job to keep us healthy - they just want control. It's not the insurance company's job to care about us - they are still a business at the end of the day - not a humanitarian aid group. It's our job to care about our own health. Step one is to start using some common sense.

Not Me! Monday


Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

This week, I did not decide to skip giving Rebekah a bath, only to change my mind when she left little brown foot prints after stepping in some water. And I most definitely did not lose track of my 9 month old just in time for her daddy to find her elbow-deep in the dog's water dish. Not me!

I would NEVER tell my 2 1/2 year old to just wipe his spaghetti-sauce covered hands on his shirt just because I didn't want to go get a wipe. There is no way that I allowed the same child to run around completely naked after his bath, with his teeth chattering the whole way, and laughed my head off. That would be irresponsible.

I definitely did not con my son into eating one more piece of meat at dinner by asking him to show me how a dinosaur eats - complete with growls and roars. And I was not proud of my manipulation at all...or at least I'd never admit I was. And when I was cleaning up the backyard last week, I most definitely did not bash a shovel into my forehead while I was trying to put down a pile of my husband's tools. It definitely did not happen in front of a bunch of construction workers who watched me jump around and rub my head. And I am sure I cannot still feel the bruise.

Happy Monday!

Today

"The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain." - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

We didn't really have a choice in the matter with the remnants of Hurricane Ida - we had to let it rain...and rain...and rain some more. It started raining on Tuesday afternoon, and continued until sometime last night. There were very few breaks in between - most of the time, a steady rain, and some pretty strong wind! In the end, we got about 5 inches of rain, and a dead branch we were concerned about on our backyard oak tree was taken down by the wind - so one less thing to worry about.

Today, we went to a neighborhood block party. There was free food (Carolina packers hot dogs - which are bright red...weird!), games, a bounce house, and face painting. It was really nice and fun. Zach had a wonderful, bouncy time in the bounce house, and he emerged in one piece which is amazing to me. I had Rebekah strapped to me in her carrier, and she was as happy as a clam. Hmm..."happy as a clam"...what in the world is that?! Are clams joyful? How would you know if a clam was happy? I just googled it, and here is the story behind it:

Happy as a clam is a portion of a phrase quite commonly used in the US in the early 19th century. It even made it into the poetry of John G. Saxe, who wrote Sonnet to a Clam and waxed poetic about the secure state of clams when they are immersed completely in water. Happy as a clam is only a portion of the phrase, and the full phrase should be "happy as a clam in high water," or at high tide.
*Ahem* Rebekah was happy as a clam in high water. My blog is not merely to share with you what we do, it is to enrich your lives with tidbits of useless priceless wisdom.

Now the children are sound asleep, and I am preparing to start researching Christmas gifts. I want to get my Christmas shopping done a couple of weeks before Christmas this year, so that I can enjoy the days leading up to the 25th instead of running around like crazy. Wish me luck! Have a wonderful weekend!

New Realizations

Today has been a day of self-pity for me. I'll admit it. I think we're all entitled to one of those days every once in awhile. And I think it's o.k. as long as we smack ourselves out of it at the end of the day and get on with life. So, before I smack myself, I thought I'd write down some of my self-pitying thoughts.

Sometimes, life circumstances reveal a reality you are not prepared to see...or a reality you don't want to see. As we make friends and forge relationships with others, we want to believe that those bonds matter - that they are meaningful. I think many are. But sometimes, you realize that relationships that were meaningful to you are not as meaningful to the other person...and that hurts a little. Or you realize that a friendship you have enjoyed wasn't really a friendship - simply a family obligation. I guess it's humbling, because you realize that life continues without you, and there is very little concern over your absence.

These feelings put me between a rock and hard place. I can't be too hurt by this reality, because I created it. We packed up our things, we drove 2500 miles away, and we started to create a life away from family and friends. That was our choice, and these are the consequences. But even though I know that, it still hurts when there are no phone calls. When promises go unfulfilled. When they stop asking about the kids. When there aren't Christmas gifts anymore.

I was prepared to take the lions-share portion of maintaining long-distance relationships...but I didn't expect to find out that keeping those relationships would be 100% my responsibility. And that hurts a little.

My husband says it most likely a simple case of "out of sight, out of mind". I think he's right. I guess I just thought that if a relationship was important enough in someone's life, we'd come to mind every now and again. But never? Ouch.

The silver lining in all this is that it reminds me to start creating relationships that matter here - where we live, and where we are raising our kids. Maybe it's a push to stop spending so much time trying to maintain old friendships and pour that effort into new friendships. Maybe this is just a season in our life...and a few years down the road, we'll be able to pick up where we left off. I don't know. But for now, it hurts a little.

I guess I just wanted to be thought of more often. Doesn't that sound cheesy! :) Ok, time to smack myself....and go to bed.

Nine Months

Our little girl is nine months old today!

I've heard people point out before that this is significant because Rebekah has now been with our family for the same amount of time as I was pregnant with her. I think that is a thinly-veiled attempt to discourage future pregnancies! Even though these months have gone by quickly, I don't like being reminded that pregnancy is that looooong. Ugh. Anyway. :)

Here is what Rebekah is up to these days:

  • She takes two 2-hour naps during the day (I don't think she's actually asleep that entire time, but she's content, so I'll take it!).
  • She's sleeping 9pm to 8am each night with no interruptions.
  • She is on a combo diet of nursing, baby food, and the occasional table food.
  • She is a crawling fiend.
  • She loves to pull up to standing on anything and everything, and is starting to let go with one hand.
  • She just discovered the stairs - evidenced by a nice bruise on her forehead.
  • She says Da-Da and means it.
  • She is still completely taken with her big brother.
  • She sucks her thumb when she is falling asleep, or needs to calm down.
  • She tolerates the baby food we give her, but LOVES to eat what we're eating.
  • She's wearing 6-9 month clothes, but they are slightly big, so she'll be wearing them for awhile.
  • Her shoe size is size 1 - 6 weeks to 3 months. Geez.
  • She loves to wrinkle her nose and give an intimidating stare to people - especially her daddy.
  • When I hold her, she burrows into my shoulder with her face, thus leaving snot and drool on my shirt.
  • She prefers her mommy and daddy...and is slightly suspicious of anyone else.
  • She loves to hold puzzle pieces and crawl around with them.
  • She has four teeth - two bottom and two top.

And in honor of her 9 month birthday, I canceled her doctor's appointment. So no shots! :)

Enjoy some pictures of our sweet girl:






My sweet boy.

Zach is about 4 months away from turning three years old.

That blows my mind.

It seems like just yesterday that we brought home a baby boy, and began learning how to be mommy and daddy to our Zachary.



Now, he's
walking,
talking,
disobeying,
running,
laughing,
teasing,
swinging,
sliding,
dreaming,
sneaking,
learning,
and playing the role of big brother.

He seems to learn something new everyday, and he loves it. My days are full of a little voice asking "What's this?", reading off letters whenever he sees them, and counting anything he deems worthy.

Tonight in the bathtub, he was playing with his foam letters, held up the letter 'C' and told me the sound it makes. It's amazing to think he might be reading soon!

Zach is a rough and tumble boy who loves to play and wrestle and run and jump - the bruises and scrapes up and down his legs are proof of that. But my boy is also sweet, and I can't describe how great it feels to be loved by this kid.

It's the kind of love that compels a 2 1/2 year old to sleep next to on his daddy.



It's the kind of love that compels his daddy to let him.

It doesn't get much better than this.

Speeding right along...

Yesterday, Tyler and I strapped the kids into the car, and made the 3 1/2 hour trip to see on of our favorite people - Mrs. Bower. The plan was that I would drive on the way there, and Tyler would drive on the way home. So off we went, my iPod keeping me awake with a steady stream of music, and my trusty Dr. Pepper at my side. Rebekah was quiet in her car seat...I couldn't tell you if she was awake or asleep, because in this culture, we banish infants to a lonely corner of the car, facing away from the family they love, so that they can stare at the backseat upholstery job for hours on end. Zachary was watching a DVD on the portable DVD player that I swore we would never resort to "when we had kids". Tyler and I were enjoying some good conversation, and doing our best impressions of different singers as they played.

Suddenly, I look in my rear view mirror and see a state patrol car speeding up to my rear bumper, with lights on and all. My first thought was "wow, that car is awesome" - because he was driving a Dodge Charger, and they are just cool. My second thought was really more of a hope - a hope that he was off on some call and needed to get around me...so I put on my blinker and did my best driving school "glide" into the lane to my right. Unfortunately, he followed. So I announced the obvious to my husband..."I think I'm going to get a ticket".

I pulled over, and waited for my punishment to commence. I'd like to note here that had this been just a few years ago, I'd be hysterically crying at this point...but I guess I'm getting a tougher skin. The highway patrolman introduced himself (how nice!), and I pretended to be glad to have made his acquaintance. He asked for my drivers license and registration, and I silently said a prayer of thanks that I actually put the new registration in the car just a few days earlier. Then Mr. patrolman says "I pulled you over for speeding...is there any particular reason why you were speeding?"

So annoying.

Suddenly, I'm back in a Jr. High classroom, trying to explain why I had not done my homework assignment. Of course there was no good reason - I just didn't do it! So like a 13 year old, I look down and mutter a "no" to the patrolman. Truthfully, the first answer that popped into my head was too sarcastic:

"Well, sir, yes, I was speeding because I
wanted.
to.
get.
to.
my.

destination.
faster."


I think we can all be thankful I didn't say that out loud.

Then he went back to his awesome Charger and spent roughly 2 hours and 45 minutes writing out the ticket and checking my license history. I think they do that on purpose with speeders - so that you are sure to be extra late to wherever you were trying to go.

Long story short, I have a $160 ticket for 80 in a 65. Traffic school, here I come! And for the next 18 months, I need to probably stay a little closer to the speed limit. Ugh.