The Bergamini Family

Update…
Thanks for all of your prayers! My visit to the doctor yesterday went better than expected thanks to Matt. He decided to go with me this time and I think the doctor finally believed me when I said I was in pain! I’ve been dealing with some intense pain in my lower right side ever since concluding fertility treatments over three years ago. A laparoscopy was done in February of this year and the doctor removed my left ovary and fallopian tube due to endometriosis and a large ovarian cyst. My right ovary is also entangled in endometriosis and has attached itself to the pelvic wall but the doctor said it didn’t look as bad as the left side so he didn’t remove it. The doctor hoped that by removing the worse of the two ovaries the right ovary wouldn’t be “compensating” for the left. Unfortunately, no such luck. I’ve been dreading the inevitable hysterectomy but I’m also very weary of the pain. After a good talk with the doctor we are trying a last ditch effort of a low dose birth control pill to see if the pain is reduced. If so then I will continue taking the pill but if it doesn’t control the pain then it’s back under the knife. Either way I’m looking at being on hormones the rest of my life. Yuck! Isn’t it funny that the doctor put me on birth control pills when I can’t even conceive in the first place? Kind of a cruel joke but I can take it. Fortunately I have been blessed with mamma-hood through the adoption of the two most beautiful, amazing, smart, funny, fantastic girls in the whole world. For them…it’s all worth it!
In other news…
If you are one of my 4 faithful blog followers you will remember the survey I posted a few weeks back about weather I should potty train first or wean from the pacifier. It was a tie, (I guess I need a 5th faithful follower…tap tap tap… anyone out there?) So I had to be a big girl and make my own decision. Well the Lord definitely has a sense of humor and has kindly forced me into, I mean assisted me with, the weaning of the pacifier. Oliver took off with one of the girl’s binkies on Sunday and tore a tiny little hole in it. This made the binky not so wonderful to Abby. She whined and carried on for a good part of the afternoon. As soon as Bree dropped hers I snuck it into the kitchen and gave it a little snip too, you know, to be fair and all. Now the binkies are “bawoken” (broken) and the girls aren’t real happy with them or Oliver. Yeah, that the best part… it was Oliver’s fault not mine! Nighttime hasn’t been so great for Abby but we are getting there. I suspect that Oliver just might conveniently find the binkies angain and I’ll have him bury them in the back yard. Oh Oli boy, where are you? I’ve got a treat for you!!!
Well, I’m off to make oatmeal cookies with the munchkins. Have a good day all!