The Perfect Storm

I am very thankful that today is not my first day back at work because I am sitting in my living room in my PJ's -- sick -- that's right, sick :( . Can you imagine me having to call in my first day back at work sick?

Sunday was just one of those days ... those perfect storm days. I woke up feeling weak and queasy. I was really hoping for a little more sleep when I heard Andrew over the monitor. He was whining crying saying "Mommy, I have poop!". So, being the good mommy that I am, I rolled over and out of bed and went upstairs to get Andrew. While I was upstairs Tyler started crying, so Doug woke up to take care of him. The day went downhill from there.

Actually, the day itself was not too bad. Andrew went through, oh ...about a half dozen or so diapers by lunch time and my workout with my mom was mired by 100% humidity, but we all got to relax during the afternoon. It was during the afternoon that I started to feel worse rendering me mostly helpless. We had plans to go out to dinner with my family to celebrate Doug's birthday (my step-dad not my husband) but we decided to postpone going out since I was feeling so puny. So, we went to my parents house instead to have a bland dinner (well, a special bland dinner for me anyway - everyone else had regular fare) and birthday cake. It was on the drive home from my parents house that the day became a perfect storm. Tyler cried hysterically the entire 15 minute plus drive from my parents house to our house. We were both on edge at this point. Doug REALLY hates to hear the crying and while I can normally deal with it, I was feeling so sick that I was just miserable. We got home and got Tyler out of his car seat and he calmed down right away.

So, with Tyler calm, we went upstairs to put Andrew to bed. The bedtime routine was normal, we sang our songs, kissed Andrew good night and then the other shoe dropped. Andrew started crying hysterically for Daddy as soon as we left the room. I thought that I heard him say over the monitor that he had "poop" again, so Doug went upstairs to change him but it turned out that he just had a "boo boo" -- where, we are not sure. Doug calmed him down and said good night again. As soon as Doug left the room, Andrew started wailing again. We let him cry it out for 10 minutes or so (normally that does the trick), but he didn't calm down. Poor Doug was really on edge now. It just breaks his heart when Andrew cries, especially when he is calling out for Daddy.

In the mean time, Doug fed the dogs and Major wouldn't eat (he has been doing this little song and dance for the last several months where he won't eat). I offered him some dry food and that did the trick. Yeah! Well, shortly after Major ate he did something else has been doing off and on for the last several months - he threw it all up. Urrrgh. Side note - we have taken him to the vet but they have not been able to figure out the cause. We are going to have to take him in for more blood work soon. Now Doug was really frustrated because he was so worried about Major and cleaning up dog puke is no fun.

So, at this point Tyler had nursed so it was my turn to go upstairs to check on Andrew. Thankfully, I was able to calm Andrew by giving him some water and finding his stuffed Goofy from Disneyland (he had left it downstairs). It is so nice that he can tell us what he wants and to some extent we can reason with him. So, I said good night, gave him kisses and closed the door. He went straight to sleep. Whew!

Talk about a trying evening ... and then I didn't sleep well at all over night, but thankfully, the boys did :) . I am starting to feel better too now, so I am going to attempt to eat some toast and applesauce. Apparently, bananas, rice, applesauce and toast are my go to foods for the next 24 hours.

Hope everyone had a good weekend - and here is to a good week -- my last week of maternity leave!