Remember that first blog post I made here about wanting to have dinner ready for Joel each night instead of always ordering take out last minute? Well, all I can say is, at least I cooked on Monday.
We're doing okay over here this week; it's definitely a week of juggling and prioritizing what's most important. And a home cooked meal clearly isn't as important to me as the feverish little boy who threw me a curve ball this week.
And that's totally okay! I'm okay with it being a takeout week. It happens. We're all human (and I kind of love pizza night anyways!). Plus, this is exactly why I stay home now. I'm available for the curveballs. All I want is for Xander to get well. He had a small fever Tuesday morning around 3:00AM when I went to check on him. Motherly instinct maybe? He doesn't usually need to be checked on. Anyways, the entire day on Tuesday his little nose was a constant dripping faucet along with a fever. I made a doctor's appointment for him the next morning and figured we'd be all set. This boy never gets sick. He's only run a low fever from teething before, and last May he had a few days where he was unusually brought down by all the reflux he had, but other that that he's got quite the immune system.
Fast forward to his doctor's appointment yesterday morning. Doc walks in, tears immediately start. He's not thrilled about seeing her. We lay him down on the table so she can look down his throat to see if it's irritated, and as soon as the stick goes in, up comes goldfish vomit. And not just a little. Doc went out to grab something and I heard her say to the nurses "we've got a minor emergency situation in room 14." Oh geez. That's our room! I'm telling you, it wasn't just a LITTLE vomit. It was errywhere! And to make matters worse? He was COVERED in it, and I forgot to put an extra change of clothes in the giant diaper bag I insisted on bringing inside. That bag was still just full of books and quiet toys from church on Sunday! His pants were okay, so I slipped him back in those after taking off the puke shirt, and wrapped him haphazardly in a blanket. We then did the 'walk of shame' through the waiting room to get back to the parking lot. Mamas, you know when you see something like this they're having a rough day.
And it wasn't even noon yet.
During nap times this week I've been working on shower decor, which is getting knocked out left and right, so I'm not worried at all about getting it done with Xander being sick. My mom came over to help me paint something yesterday because Joel wouldn't let me spray paint while pregnant. Probably a good thing. I really appreciate having the help with it!
Well this morning as Joel was getting ready for work, I had a hunch to go check on Xander since he's sick. He was sleeping so good, so that was my only worry...wake a sound asleep baby for no reason. I wanted to check his temperature, and I'm glad I did. It was the highest it had been! 103.1. So down we went to the kitchen sink for a lukewarm bath to try and bring it down. And some tylenol. Once I got him back down after all that, I couldn't go back to sleep myself. I was wide awake for another hour. Once I finally got to sleep, I only had about 45 minutes before it was time for me to be up for the day. Oh well.
Today is a new day. No telling what it'll bring. All I know is I'm ready for it.