Have you ever had Rotavirus? It’s no fun. I won’t go into it other than to say that you feel like someone is trying to push your intestines out through your bowels. Forcefully. It lasts for up to 10 days and really knocks you on your derriere. So that’s what my family has been dealing [...]
It’s ironically cliché that today is Monday and holy cow, anything that can go wrong, will. I guess I should be fortunate that not EVERYTHING has gone wrong today.
knock on wood
Amazingly enough, I got somewhere with the housecleaning yesterday: floors vacuumed, mopped and buffed, and the beds were all stripped, washed and remade. So it is to be expected that both kids would chug their milk before bed last night and wet through their diapers/Pullups by the time Monday morning came. HURRAY! More laundry to do! Ack! I am NOT capable of waking myself at night to change diapers when they are so peacefully sleeping, heck, while I’m so peacefully sleeping, so I suppose, waking up to saturated diapers/Pullups is my fault. Fine. Laundry. Check. Again.
Upon the notification of the wet pajamas, my son hadn’t yet stopped crying, which I can usually curb by some Mickey Mouse Club, juice, and vitamin. So I kneeled on the floor and put my arms out for a hug, which is his cue to come running for his morning squishy (hug). He tried, but he wailed when he did. What the heck?! He won’t put his weight on his left foot. What on earth did he do between going to bed last night and waking up this morning? Seriously? So I grab him up, give him his squishy and set him down in the recliner to see what’s going on. Nothing in his foot, doesn’t look swollen. Ok, well, maybe it’ll work itself out. Now, let’s get these kids ready for our playdate this morning. Phone rings on cue. Incoming message….playdate is off. Tartar sauce. Ok, probably best since son is gimping around.
Not getting the kids dressed yet. Breakfast? Well I made this fabulous Buttermilk Coffee Cake for the play date last night. Remember the vacuumed, mopped and buffed floors? Yea, coffee cake is M-E-S-S-Y when it’s in the hands of my 2yr old. Sigh. All this coffee cake, maybe I should put out an invite for a relocation of playdate. Ok, invitation sent out, and my son finished his breakfast (though I think there was more coffee cake on him, his booster seat and the floor than there was in his tummy). Ok. Vacuum just in case someone takes me up on the playdate.
Son is crying so hard now as he’s trying to get down from the recliner where I had set him after breakfast. Breaking my heart so I call the doctor. Appointment for him in 2 hours. So much for a playdate. Let me see if there were any takers on it…one. DOH! Apologize profusely but bow out. Good thing my rockin mommy friends are so flexible.
What else is going to go wrong with my Monday? Oh yea, I got my period. (Aha moment! That explains my short fuse lately!) Damn thing is supposed to be non-existent with this birth control but let me just say, I am the 1% that gets it whenever it feels like rearing it’s ugly head.
Today IS Monday after all.
Murphy’s Law States:
That if you leave your Boba Soft-Structure Carrier in the car, your sleeping baby WILL wake up and demand to be held instead of chillin’ in the car seat attached to the stroller.
OK, first of all, Grady is getting way too long for his carrier car seat. I’m not quite sure why we haven’t moved him into his convertible car seat yet. We have one, I generally wear him when we go into stores, he can sit up on his own and in a cart when we are grocery shopping. I just don’t know. Probably laziness. I digress.
Second of all, I NEVER leave my carrier or my wrap in the car.
Except for today.
It goes like this: Both babies were sleeping when we got to the mall an hour later than we were supposed to arrive. (typical) I put Madilyn, still groggy, into the Baby Jogger City Select (brushes off shoulder), and then snapped Grady’s car seat into the top portion of the stroller. Grady gets few naps so when he sleeps, I let him lie.
I strolled into the mall, struggling with doors and went to find my friend.
Grady eventually woke up and was not content with sitting in the stroller. Would you be? I mean, he had been in the car seat for at least 2 hours. GAH! Saying that makes me want to turn the hands of time and slap myself with the soggy chicken skin that I didn’t eat for lunch.
I took one look at Grady’s sad, sad face and took him out of the seat. He stayed out with me for a while but when it was time for us to move on, I put him back in the seat. Without unbuckling him.
I’ve done this with Grady before and he sits happily in his car seat. If I’m standing right there, there really is no harm. But when I forget that he is not strapped in and start taking pictures of Christmas ornaments in Sears, that’s when trouble ensues.
I was checking out some really great ornaments at Sears (miniature shop vac ornament? Don’t mind if I do!), when I hear a
I looked to my left and saw my dear, sweet baby lying on the hard floor next to me. He wasn’t just lying there. He was screaming his head off and coming up to a crawl position, but for a split second, all I saw was a limp baby doll lying there. I THREW my DSLR onto the floor and scooped my screaming heap off of the floor while checking him over for bumps or blood (of which I saw neither). He quieted down pretty quickly but I was shaken up for the rest of the day.
I gave him an extra helping of love today and kissed his head every time it was near my lips.
Note to self: NEVER, EVER allow your 8 month old baby to sit, unbuckled, in his car seat. Especially when it is snapped into your stroller.
The friend I went with probably thinks I’m the biggest, hawtest mess on the face of the planet. The last time we went out in public together, I busted my derriere in the library parking lot while wearing heels, carrying the bucket car seat and holding Madilyn’s hand.
SO this week, Murphy’s Law states that if you put your baby into his/her car seat stroller attachment without their straps on, they WILL fall out onto the hardest floor that you’ve walked on all day in the second that you aren’t paying attention to them, no matter how content they may seem.
Last Friday was Mom’s Night Out with my MOPS group at a really cool place called “Midnight Star Pottery”. When I saw it on the schedule, I immediately told Kyle that he needed to take that day off, or that he needed to open the restaurant and leave early so that I could leave the house by 6:30PM.
Naturally, he never said anything to his boss and he was gracious enough to tell me the day before that they had “events” in the restaurant and that I wouldn’t be able to go because he wouldn’t be home until after bedtime.
“Fine, I’ll get a babysitter” was my reply. I was NOT going to miss this Mom’s Night Out. I hadn’t been out with friends without my kids in only God knows how long. Not at ALL since Grady was born, let’s just put it that way.
“We can’t afford a babysitter” was his retort.
I was on the phone with his mom when this conversation took place and she told me to go and that she’d pay for the babysitter.
I can’t even begin to tell you how grateful I was.
Thus began the search for finding a babysitter. The one that I used for Madilyn on my birthday was on the homecoming court and naturally, the one day I wanted to go out was Homecoming night. Lovely. Of course. So there went ALL of my high school babysitter contacts.
I contacted several friends who contacted their babysitters for me, or gave me numbers to call. Everyone I called was already busy. At about 4:30PM I got a phone call from a woman I had called earlier in the day’s 21 year old daughter. She was FREEEEEEEE!!!
At about 5:15, I busted out the trusty battery-operated breastpump that I bought whose sole purpose was to relieve engorged breasts just after Madilyn was born. It was cheap and I knew it would do what I needed it to do. I sat down and got to pumpin’, meanwhile looking at pictures of Grady and talking to him like boob-juice-inducing-porn. I had my “My Milkies” in the other side to catch any drippage that might occur.
20 minutes later, I had 7 glorious ounces of breastmilk and I knew that it would be enough for my little man. IF, that is, he would take a bottle. (On my birthday he had NOT taken a bottle so I wasn’t hopeful). I wanted to store the milk in the refrigerator but I also wanted it to be easy to warm back up so I dug out a milk pouch to keep it in. As I was dumping the milk from the bottle into the bag, the bag slipped from my hands, fell to the floor, and pulsed breastmilk out of it until 6 of the 7oz were glistening on the floor.
I was moaning, “NO, NO, NO, NO ,NO, NOOOOOOOO!” as I watched all 120 calories spilling out of the bag. I lifted the sad little bag with one ounce in it and wanted to cry, but realized I needed all the hydration I could possibly muster to pump a little more.
The babysitter got there and I apologized to her as I lifted my shirt and attached the pump. I nursed Grady at the same time and was able to pump 3 more ounces so that he would have a solid 4oz in the 4 hours that I would be gone.
I got to go to Mom’s Night Out and I had a WONDERFUL time but getting there was quite the battle. *sigh*
And a HUGE thank you to my Mother-in-Law for paying for the babysitter. I REALLY needed that break.
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