Thursday, March 12, 2009

Hubby spoke with the insurance agent yesterday. He emailed several photos and a diagram to her. He asked if she had spoken with the body shop. She had, but seemed unaware that the damage indicates we were hit by the other car. Hubby made sure to fill her in. It sounds like she is going to offer the other driver 30% of his damages.

Hubby and I are confused and wondering if we went about this wrong. It sounds like the other guy's insurance isn't involved and that the agent is dealing directly with him. Should we have filed a claim against his insurance? Did we screw ourselves unknowingly?

Sunday, March 08, 2009

Thursday night did not get any better.

Hubby spoke with our claims person. The other driver had already called and bitched at her, wanting his repairs paid in full. With a check cut that day. Whatever. We hope his craptastic attitude works in our favor.

Our vehicle ended up with just over $5K worth of damage. We need a new hood, bumper, radiator and some other bits. Our car should be ready in about a week and a half. For somebody who claims he wasn't at fault, the other driver sure caused a lot of damage. Hubby estimates he was doing about 35-40 mph. Hubby was going 5-10 tops. The other guys was going fast enough that he still travelled past two parked cars after hitting ours.

I noticed Bean wheezing pretty badly that night. He had an @lbuterol treatment and continued wheezing with the addition of rapid breathing (anywhere from 60-80 breaths/minute). He and Hubby took a trip to the ER. He was doing better by then, but they still gave him a couple more treatments and steroids. He follows up with our pediatrician tomorrow. We never know how serious it is because he's such a happy and active baby. Even when hospitalized with RSV and not-great oxygen sats he was still pink and active.

Thursday, March 05, 2009

Bean is 9 months old today. He is such a little love, full of warm baby-smell, smiles, cackles, and tongue-sticking-out cuteness. He’s so close to cruising. Not that he needs to – he can crawl like a flash. He’s so funny when he’s in a hurry. He gets ahead of himself and his knees go askew.

Hubby and I can’t help but compare and contrast him to his older brother, who at this stage was scooting, not crawling, had no teeth, and wasn’t even pulling up (I think). Big brother also needed much more attention and cuddling. Bean likes to be held, especially when he’s tired or not feeling well, but he quickly wants down so he can play. He loves to eat, as did his big brother. Come dinner time, he will let you know he wants food, not a bottle. He sometimes fights sleep, but not like Peanut, who only in the past year or so has gotten better about going to bed.

I also can’t help but contrast their births. Both were good, just different. Peanut was early, Hubby was out of town, and I was frightened, especially not knowing if Hubby would make it to the hospital in time (he did). Once I got to the hospital I had horrible nausea and vomiting that was only somewhat controlled until I had the epidural. Afterwards, I felt so much better and in control. I was able to relax and focus on the good. Pushing was a joke, since I could barely feel, but the end result was fine. Being allowed to hold Peanut before he was taken to the NICU was a time I’ll always cherish. We didn’t know how he would do at birth and we were so thankful he was strong and healthy.

I’m glad my mom was there to witness the birth of her first grandchild. That she was able to meet him as he entered this world. The room was full of people, the OB, nurse, neonatalogist, and the neonatalogy team. It was abuzz.

Bean’s birth was so different. Only Hubby, the OB, and 2 nurses were present (I’m not sure if the second nurse was even in the room when Bean was born. He was in and out during labor). I didn’t have the constant horrible nausea. The pain was overwhelming, but the nurse was wonderful at helping me breathe through the contractions. Shortly before pushing, I remember my belly vibrating during the peak of each contraction. It was an incredible feeling. And the urge to push – something I never had with Peanut. There was no way not to do it. With each push, the pain subsided. Amazing. Once Bean was close to birth, I could feel him moving down. Again, something I didn’t experience with Peanut.

The room was so quiet and peaceful with Bean’s birth (other than me groaning while pushing). Once the OB left, the nurse left Hubby and me alone with Bean, who had easily latched on. We spent a good 30 minutes quietly together, getting to know one another.

Happy nine months, little guy.
To say the car has bad mojo is an understatement. It’s roughly 3.5 years old and so far:

I rear-ended someone. Barely scratched his fender and caused some cracking and buckling on mine. Other driver didn’t want to involve police or even trade info. Went our merry ways with no further problems.

Hubby ran off-road to avoid a stopped car and hit a mailbox, scratching up both doors on the passenger side.

I was rear-ended. We traded info, but didn’t call the police. That accident resulted in enough damage that would have warranted a police report. What initially looked like minor damage to the back cargo door ended up with the door and innards being replaced to the tune of several grand. All paid for by his insurance.

And today. Hubby was at the bank with Peanut, on their way to the zoo. As he was pulling out, a kid came flying through the parking lot and hit his front. Everyone is OK. Apparently the hood and front end are messed up. Am awaiting a follow-up call with more details. Damn straight Hubby called to report it. I hope the kid has insurance and we get a loaner car during repairs. We're not sure how the fault will sort out being in a parking lot and all. Sigh.

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

We had a close call with Bean last night. Hubby brought him over to me and I noticed he was drooling like a faucet. Wet face, big wet splotches on his jammies. He rarely drools much, even when teething. I commented on it, so Hubby stuck a finger in his mouth to feel for a new tooth. Instead, he found something foreign in Bean's mouth. He quickly flipped him over and whacked his back. Nothing. So he reached in and swept around. Bean gagged, puked, and out came a little twiggy-looking thing. He was fine.

We still don't know what it was. Maybe the dog or Hubby tracked it in? Peanut and I took our shoes off before going in the "baby safe" area of the house, so I don't think either of us brought it in. I have no idea where he picked it up. It's so hard to be vigilant.

Bean is smart, too. Part of his free-range area includes the hallway to the guest bath, office and the kids' rooms. Peanut's door doesn't latch unless it's pulled firmly shut. Bean knows to sit in front of the door and push/whack on it to check if he can open it.
Dear Coworkers (this goes out to two of you),

Please do not tell me I need to do something for you. Instead, ask. Throwing in a please would be acceptable. One of my personality quirks is that I hate being told what to do, especially by subordinates. And it's kinda rude.

If the phone is ringing, and you're closest, answer it. I pick up plenty of your calls when you're busy. I could just as easily ignore the phone or decide not to pick up when your calls pop up on the ID screen.

Post-doc coworker: if you need my assistance, ask. Don't send the other coworker to do it for you. Or have her tell me I need to help you. Again, rude. I don't understand why you can never directly ask anyone for anything. I have to relay requests from you to our other hourly worker. Now you have someone relaying your messages to me. The two of you are getting on my last sleep-deprived nerve.

If you have questions about the new equipment you just got, call the manufacturer. I grilled the rep with as many questions as I could think of before we ordered it. You're the one who will use it; I can't read your mind to figure out what you need.

This is for the faculty couple in the other department: get over yourselves. Yes, I realize you both have PhDs and feel superior to those of us too lazy/hick/stupid/slow/worthless to also have PhDs. Honestly, the rest of us see you for what you are: snobs. We may be uneducated (relatively) but we're not dumb. And some of us have been working here for a decade or two. We may lack in education, but we're full of experience. You might want to listen to us once in a while. You might just learn something. When one of us has the audacity to say "hello" or make small talk with you in the hallway, the appropriate response is a polite one. Inappropriate responses are ignoring the person, giving an icy, brusque reply, or stating "I'm working".