the last 48 hours.
anything but desirable from an outsider’s perspective. a 5-hour trip to the ER for our little to be poked and prodded, EKG-tested and ultra-sounded. a gastro intestinal bug it is. we didn’t need to spend 5 hours in the ER to figure that out, but we err on the side of caution when it comes to the little. (the last time we were there, we took him to find out that he was developing his voice and his laugh…something that scared the living sh*t out of me. meanwhile, he pukes twice and gets really pale and my diagnosis is ‘he’s got a bug, he’ll be fine…’) i think there’s something to be said about a mama’s instinct with her little, but note to self: of all things to be cautious about be cautious when your little gets pale and throws up.
being in the ER is draining. so. freaking. draining. and all i did was sit and instagr.am. why was i exhausted?! well, there’s the worry, the stress, the waiting, the protecting, the waiting again, the going through all possible things with the doctor thing, there’s the thinking about how freaking expensive a trip to the ER an an EKG will actually be and then there’s more waiting. that, precisely, is why it’s exhausting. oh, and being in the ER of the best children’s hospital in all of the land in a metropolitan toy doesn’t help.
arrived at hospital at 7:30, arrived back home at 12:45. sleeping little, exhausted mama, we call it a night.
8:30a fire alarm testing in the building. the most ear-numbing sound you could possibly hear. so high-pitched that it resembles a giant dog-whistle. macs, the canine, responds in the worst of ways. the staunch, 80-lb growling monster turns into the smallest, sissiest dog in the neighborhood, trembling and not leaving my side.
three baby changes and a mid-day bath later, i think we are in the clear. i had dinner plans for some pre-birthday celebrations with a couple of girls and i tough it out. i am making time for myself over the next day and forgetting about the migraine i have for not drinking my coffee early enough that morning. red wine is on the menu, yikes, but i do it (thanks sarah and mar!)
i get home from dinner, only to feel the same bug that crawled into silas’ belly had somehow made its way into mine. this can’t be.
well, it can be.
and today, because its my birthday, I had grand plans for a manicure, pedicure, yoga class and a matinee. well, the matinee happened only after i got out of bed at 1:45p (fyi: 3p movies are no longer considered matinees, so you’ll pay the full price!) 28 can only go up from here.
bright side of the last couple of days: extra snuggles and love from the little, star treatment from the mister, a little more rest (while not enviable rest, rest nonetheless), bottomless ginger ale, and a quiet evening blogging from my phone in bed.
here’s to the good, the bad and the ugly of parenthood. it’s quite the journey.