tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272729178612778511.post5337930867629151834..comments2023-10-31T09:21:18.317-04:00Comments on wonders never cease: Epic Mommy Fail. Also, Fainting Goats.Rebecca Ramseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14851717214205302476noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272729178612778511.post-23075570414468569602010-09-18T16:49:17.795-04:002010-09-18T16:49:17.795-04:00By the way, after telling the mammogram story, I f...By the way, after telling the mammogram story, I feel I should explain a little. I don't want to scare anybody out of getting one. The pain wasn't what made me start to faint. Yes, it was a bit uncomfortable, but it wasn't that bad. This happened two days after I visited a friend who had just had an awful fight with breast cancer and had endured a double mastectomy. Plus, we had just moved back to the states and I was a tiny bit in freak out mode.<br />So go get your mammogram with no worries. It's really not that bad. Unless you begin to faint, that is. :)Rebecca Ramseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14851717214205302476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272729178612778511.post-68838752863164236992010-09-18T15:56:31.760-04:002010-09-18T15:56:31.760-04:00Yep, Jenn, you've diagnosed me perfectly. And ...Yep, Jenn, you've diagnosed me perfectly. And it's the same for me...I usually remember to do exactly what you said, sit down, head between the legs, etc. But sometimes I forget that I'm not superwoman (believe it or not!) and can't necessarily will myself out of the cycle--and that's when it surprises me. Or maybe surprises isn't the right word. Maybe I should say that it chases after me until it dominates me until I grovel on the floor and give up.<br />:) Ah life, you're far too interesting sometimes.Rebecca Ramseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14851717214205302476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272729178612778511.post-69160470609867754692010-09-18T14:28:19.927-04:002010-09-18T14:28:19.927-04:00It's called vasovagal syncope, and it sucks. T...It's called vasovagal syncope, and it sucks. These things have helped me:<br /><br />At the first sign of the waves of heat or nausea, get the head down. Sit and put the head between your legs, below knee level. That almost always works, but lie down on the floor if it doesn't.<br /><br />Before the anxiety even comes on, or when it's first starting, slow, deep, measured breaths help. They actually have a physical effect in helping to interrupt the cycle. I was very skeptical but tried it because there's so little else that works, and I was amazed that it really does help.<br /><br />I also tell medical professionals about my anxiety. If I'm getting a needle, I have to lie down, or sit in such a way that I can put my head down: no standing, or sitting upright. If I'm getting a procedure that thousands of other people can do without blinking an eye but it scares me, I tell the doctor and insist that we go at my pace. Often, just talking about the anxiety and going slowly is enough to prevent it from coming up. But if I try to be a hero and push down the anxiety, it only makes things worse. So I've learned to take the attitude: "I need more help in this area than most people do, but that's just the way it is."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272729178612778511.post-43077158687299358612010-09-18T10:55:08.435-04:002010-09-18T10:55:08.435-04:00My own injuries not a problem -- other people'...My own injuries not a problem -- other people's -- the light headed ness, the tunnel, then the floor.<br /><br />I have no children, but I taught school. We my students had injuries, broken arms, bad scrapes from football practice, or nose bleeds, I would plead with them "Please no. Don't show me.I'll faint." They found it amusing to see if they could get me backing away and saying, "no, no, no, stop talking. Don't show me your wound." <br /><br />Growing up, my neighbor accidentally got hit in the face with a baseball bat; I fainted dead away. Here he was, nose all sideways, blood gushing, and folks are coming over to see what's wrong with me.<br /><br />Great story -- I loved all the details. :)H. Gillhamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16866823621648796335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272729178612778511.post-62102413503947078932010-09-16T13:13:56.156-04:002010-09-16T13:13:56.156-04:00I can't give blood at blood drives, because th...I can't give blood at blood drives, because the one time I tried I fainted. I even have to look the other way when the nurse takes blood at my physicals. Other people's blood is not a problem, however. I've been spalttered with other people's blood and stayed perfectly calm.Glynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10802111972232088511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272729178612778511.post-32199371988755480912010-09-16T09:52:19.704-04:002010-09-16T09:52:19.704-04:00When my husband had just had his wisdom teeth pull...When my husband had just had his wisdom teeth pulled out as a teenager, he found his father in the waiting area being treated with an oxygen mask.Linda Summerfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13131029811348628820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272729178612778511.post-6024800916283399562010-09-16T09:06:37.011-04:002010-09-16T09:06:37.011-04:00I can manage the trauma of a child getting a shot ...I can manage the trauma of a child getting a shot or two, I don't like it but I can. MY HUSBAND, though, the father of our children - forget it. He wouldn't even make it out the door. <br /><br />Now the mammogram part - I hate them, but the biopsy was the one that made me want to faint - thank goodness I was already lying down.Terrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15667178624061122421noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272729178612778511.post-57416015464867131042010-09-16T08:54:22.337-04:002010-09-16T08:54:22.337-04:00oh rebecca, you make me laugh and cry! this is su...oh rebecca, you make me laugh and cry! this is such a sweet post, so honest. epic mommy fail - believe me i can relate to feeling that way! probably no one makes it through to their childrens' adulthood without thinking theyve done something seriously wrong at one time or other. love how you tell it, though. i hope you get some answers with regard to your son.Dariciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03139602899939762309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272729178612778511.post-76281604640523786742010-09-16T08:48:14.990-04:002010-09-16T08:48:14.990-04:00I never understood the term “I get weak in the kne...I never understood the term “I get weak in the knees” until I became a mother.<br /><br />LouiseLWhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10991997893130824007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272729178612778511.post-15083160190238245142010-09-16T01:04:15.612-04:002010-09-16T01:04:15.612-04:00This was so visual, I was there with you again. In...This was so visual, I was there with you again. In our family, it's the boys who have the fainting problems. (Did I just admit that publicly?) It happened to me once, too, during a particularly awful time in my life. I would say it was a panic attack. It's so strange to lose control, and especially since you were in mommy mode and supposed to be protecting him, I can understand your feeling so conflicted. But, I'll bet he has thought very little about your fast exit.<br /><br />On another related note, we have someone in our extended family (not related my blood but by marriage) whose father died from choking on a piece of steak. I can only imagine that scene. It was in a public place. What a horrifying end, really. Breaks my heart. I'm so glad that muffin finally passed, and just as glad you have such awesome friends. That said as much to me as anything else. You are blessed!<br /><br />I do hope answers come soon.<br /><br />XO,<br /><br />RoxaneRoxane B. Salonenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01459456545891720716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272729178612778511.post-46602721466654498572010-09-15T20:19:07.778-04:002010-09-15T20:19:07.778-04:00I love you guys.I love you guys.Rebecca Ramseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14851717214205302476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272729178612778511.post-3399351791634834702010-09-15T18:17:05.061-04:002010-09-15T18:17:05.061-04:00Oh, Becky -- you SO made me laugh today. I've ...Oh, Becky -- you SO made me laugh today. I've had exactly the same kind of moments.<br /><br />Your poor boy. I hope the new inhaler is helping. Must be frustrating for him -- and you.<br /><br />Thank heaven for those good friends, huh? Blessings!Laura@OutnumberedMomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10764574855540659528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272729178612778511.post-87031911667804136732010-09-15T14:58:52.902-04:002010-09-15T14:58:52.902-04:00Fainting while boob in a vice. Ouch. Though I ad...Fainting while boob in a vice. Ouch. Though I admit I couldn't help laughing at the image. Sorry.<br /><br />I think we all hide our weaknesses. No one wants to feel weak in front of people. I'm impressed you made it to the bathroom! ;)Kathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14339665205284492242noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272729178612778511.post-84353722250040094422010-09-15T14:29:11.287-04:002010-09-15T14:29:11.287-04:00It is SO very hard ... I once was in a bike crash ...It is SO very hard ... I once was in a bike crash that rendered both my hands useless ... only one other person was on the path at the time, asked if I needed help, and I said ... in as chipper voice as I could muster, "No, I think I'm fine." Ughh.<br />You poor thing ... and your poor, sweet boy. I hope the next inhaler works better for him.<br />Wonderful post and lesson for us all! And, yes ... you do have wonderful friends ... I loved her response!Kelly H-Yhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07324529762031928328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272729178612778511.post-62854272045395607532010-09-15T14:27:25.493-04:002010-09-15T14:27:25.493-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Kelly H-Yhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07324529762031928328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272729178612778511.post-10239040305354524802010-09-15T14:14:03.345-04:002010-09-15T14:14:03.345-04:00I love that you are an imperfect mom. It makes me ...I love that you are an imperfect mom. It makes me like you even more!<br /><br />I don't like being open. Often I chose which people to tell what to because one person knowing too much makes me uncomfortable. I guess that isn't very real.Amy Sullivanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03571083038560430815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272729178612778511.post-46418401899234506492010-09-15T13:22:19.061-04:002010-09-15T13:22:19.061-04:00I love it when you tell stories like this. Your op...I love it when you tell stories like this. Your openness and honesty shines. I have a hard time being open with my weaknesses like that and yet I don't think less of you for yours. In fact, I think more of you for being willing and able to share.<br /><br />I hope you figure out what up with your son. Nothing quite so scary, huh?lotusgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06663641163048764869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272729178612778511.post-72950589251812814702010-09-15T12:08:43.717-04:002010-09-15T12:08:43.717-04:00Thank you for being so open. Fainting goats...fun...Thank you for being so open. Fainting goats...fun-ny. I don't know why I am stumped about being open about my weaknesses. I can say that I have rarely tried to pretend to keep it together. My hubby has told me that he never has to be concerned about what I am thinking because it is usually all over my face. And by the way, I think you are such a good mom.Jennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01178225907455093962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272729178612778511.post-53403077995788822742010-09-15T11:03:55.853-04:002010-09-15T11:03:55.853-04:00I'm ridiculously open with my weaknesses actua...I'm ridiculously open with my weaknesses actually. That openness is a weakness in and of itself. Sigh.<br /><br />And oi, the mommy fail. I had a doozy this Monday when I forgot to tell any of the grandparents about grandparents day at my 4-year-old's school. My heart is still broken. I keep picturing him as one of the few without a grandparent there. I think I need to go back and read one of your posts about forgiveness...Serenityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08621332625562122360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272729178612778511.post-12433871881305311152010-09-15T10:46:30.535-04:002010-09-15T10:46:30.535-04:00Oh my, I sounded a bit chastising! Scolding you fo...Oh my, I sounded a bit chastising! Scolding you for trying to choke in private! You are the funniest and best storyteller ever!Susienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272729178612778511.post-50118449332700278572010-09-15T10:42:06.480-04:002010-09-15T10:42:06.480-04:00You never fail. You just take a little time out! ...You never fail. You just take a little time out! But I know what you mean about wanting to be strong for them.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272729178612778511.post-11346219409173046212010-09-15T10:35:39.402-04:002010-09-15T10:35:39.402-04:00I love the fainting goats.
Of course, no one can...I love the fainting goats. <br /><br />Of course, no one can be the perfect little Stepford Wife, Super Mom...we all have our epic fails. Keeps us humble, human, and hilarious. <br /><br />I pray that your son does find the relief he needs. Lots of hugs!Sarah @From Tolstoy to Tinkerbellhttp://silly-bear.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272729178612778511.post-40284925058396519302010-09-15T10:11:16.434-04:002010-09-15T10:11:16.434-04:00My Mom never fainted, but she threw up whenever, w...My Mom never fainted, but she threw up whenever, well just whenever. I can relate. I've known folks that cope sometimes by laughing. Big smiles at the funeral home or in the hospital room aren't always appreciated. I love fainting goats, BTW and often pretend to faint with my husband just for a laugh. Hang in there, you still get the award for World's Best Mom in my book.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05293768327215520595noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272729178612778511.post-39964049407255788542010-09-15T10:09:59.428-04:002010-09-15T10:09:59.428-04:00Boob in vice fainting... lovely image. Reminds me...Boob in vice fainting... lovely image. Reminds me I need to make an appointment. Fabo. Prayers (zipped lipped) for athletic son.Leah Skaggshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02729312367489678607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272729178612778511.post-75859511815358784132010-09-15T09:44:01.356-04:002010-09-15T09:44:01.356-04:00Your love for your children really comes through i...Your love for your children really comes through in your writing, and I enjoy it so much. I had that tunnel/roaring in the ears moment last week, as my youngest had his tooth extracted. He was so brave -- only requested that I hold his hand -- and I almost passed out. You did well.Emilynoreply@blogger.com