Nana and Papa's House and Moma Minor Surgery

I'd like to start off this post by stating that my full blooded Russian Nana has a brand new state of the art, Spanish speaking oven. I just thought that was very interesting and wanted to take a picture of it.

Today we went to my Nana and papa's house. they live about an hour and a half away. The hadn't seen the kids in awhile. Baby G is starting to get up on all fours and rock back and fourth. He really gets going. He also has started dancing on command. Yes, he's a genius! Honestly, it's pretty funny. If I say "Can you dance?" he will rock back and forth. It's pretty cute.
He was also making this coughing noise back and forth with papa (his great papa) it was pretty funny. they were communicating in these grunts for quite awhile. again... GENIUS!

On the drive up, Moma was getting antsy and so i promised her that she could play in the back yard in the dirt. She asked if Nana had a shovel and I said i was sure she did. So first thing, she ran outside and asked where the shovel was. Also, on the drive there, she was starting to get a little bit of a bad attitude so i was explaining to her that Nana and papa wanted to see her in a good mood and that they liked it when she is happy. She said "Are they going to cheer for me?" I didn't really know how to answer that one.

She loved their little red wagon. It's older than me. She filled up the wagon with dirt and weeds.

The kids.

Great Papa and Moma. She really can't take a nice picture anymore. she has to always be making some strange exaggerated face.

Baby G and Great Nana.

They really got a kick out of the kids. My Nana is the typical grandmother that wants to feed you til you throw up. At one point, I caught her just feeding Moma from the big bowl of jello. That was after she ate a cup cake with funfetti frosting and about 7 cinnamon sugar graham crackers!! I had to put my foot down when she tried to give her a second cupcake!

After my visit with them, i had to take Moma to the doctor. I noticed that she had an abscess on her bum. It really scared me because of what i just went through with that a couple months ago. I was really stressing that she would have to have it lanced and drained like i did. It didn't look as progressed as mine but it was still pretty bad. So i ended up getting her in late this afternoon with the same doctor that treated me. When he saw me, he remembered me and took a look at moma's bum. He said that he might be able to just do a round of antibiotics and not do surgery but he wanted a second opinion. He called another doctor in to take a look. The doctor said it would need to be lanced and drained. I immediately got a sick feeling in my stomach. There's really no easy way to do that. They don't knock you out of whatever. So they gave her some Tylenol with codeine and hoped that that would relax her a bit before cutting the abscess. It didn't calm her much (probably because of all of Nana's sweets from earlier!). So they had to have me and two other nurses hold her down while they tried to numb it as best as they could. Then they cut it open and pushed on it to drain it. Luckily they did not have to pack it like they did with mine. that was extremely painful and i was very stressed about the possibility of them having to pack and unpack the wound. She has to go back in tomorrow for a follow up appointment to change the bandage and see how it's doing. It was a very traumatic experience for her. I just feel really bad. They are testing it for the MRSA infection which would then mean that they would treat our entire family and try to get rid of it since we may be passing it on to one another (so far only me and moma have gotten it). I will know more in a few days but until then, she is on antibiotics and pain medicine. She's having a hard time going potty and sitting on her bum. I think she's more afraid than anything. It was just a really sad experience. the whole office was staring at us during check out because she was still screaming and crying so bad. She would only walk in little tiny steps. It was pretty pitiful. Anyways, I hope she can heal quickly. I'm really just feeling bad that I didn't catch this sooner and get her in. I wish i had taken her in a few days ago and avoided all this hassle with the surgery and everything. The only thing i have comfort in right now is that it isn't AS bad as mine was. Mine was much worse. So I'm glad she's not in the amount of pain I was in but I'm still feeling sick over the fact that i know what she must feel like. It's hard to explain because it doesn't seem like it's a big deal, but it really is. It's much more painful that you would think. I was shocked at how messed up I was and how quickly it spread when it happened to me. I just feel so bad for her.