Yep- it was that kind of a week; actually the month of June has been kinda crappy if I think about it too hard and I even had a long-awaited vacation! Hmm..maybe I should re-evaluate and put my big girl panties on. ;)
Big girl panties would NOT have been enough for this week though; here's a run down:
1. Monday very early morning- husband leaves for week in Lake Okachobee for work
2. Monday evening- G has rapid shallow breathing despite three aerochamber treatments (albuterol)----off to pediatric after hours we (me and him) go at 6:30pm (note: bed time is usually between 7 and 7:30pm).
3. Leave peds after hours around 8:45pm after duoneb treatment and breathing issues almost all resolved; continue albuterol treatments for the next 2-3 days and take prednisone if he gets bad again in 24 hours (yeah right- prednisone= non-sleeping toddler----lots of prayer we don't have to use this).
4. TUESDAY around 8pm- notice smell in guest bathroom= sewage coming up from drain in shower stall----**&^; go to other bathroom- floor flooding from base of that toilet---#$#^^*(!!!
Drano 'aint going to fix this. Plumber called who arrives a little after 9pm and informs me he'll have to run the loud snaking machine from the roof plumbing access area---better not wake my kid up dude!
Outcome: problem solved within an hour and G remained asleep---of course, it's only when a smaller less significant sound occurs that he wakes up :) Even though Brandon does NOT read this blog- I need to send out multiple internet thank you's because he came and helped me through this Sh**!! situation (yes, there is cursing in this post).
5. WEDNESDAY right before 1pm- get a return text from Stephanie, daycare provider that Gavin has had a good day but has only drank his sippies- not eaten anything. Seconds later- another text goes something like this: "now I know why he hasn't eaten anything- he just threw up." (insert explicative) Tell boss I must leave and drive over the speed limit to go pick up my poor sick boy. He's never thrown up before and all I can think is that I wasn't there for him when he wasn't feeling well. Confession: tears on my way there for what a crappy week this has been so far and WHAT ELSE, please nothing else. Then- put my big girl panties back on and tears dry up.
Long story short: poor G throws up a total of 6 times; is limp and very dehydrated and we go to pediatrician's office. Thankfully don't need to go to ER but start very small, frequent amounts of pedialyte. NEEDS pee diaper before 9m---feels like he's a newborn again. (small flashback to the crazy OCD new mom I was on charting pee/poop and breastfeeding for the first few weeks-ahhh!). Success- we got pee diaper around 7:30pm; little guy got a bit more energy back. In bed with me- needless to say I don't sleep much because I'm waking to every move he makes and giving him fluids every 2 hours or so.
6. THURSDAY, stay home with G who is almost 100% back to my silly little energy packed boy; minus the three diahhrea diapers early in the day. Poor little guy KNEW those farts were different--he said "oohhhh" for each of those diapers. (Eww I know, but that's the type of thing that gets discussed around here- this is about "mommyhood.") By afternoon- he's all good to go; takes a good afternoon nap and things are looking much better than yesterday. Mommy= so.dang.exhausted!! Can I please step out of my body and go sleep for a day? Scout and Molly- you're in charge.
7.And, today's Friday: husband got home very late last night and scared the buh-jee-zus out of me; he'd tried to call me so I didn't get startled but all phones go on silent in my bedroom at night--especially since G was in bed with me. (No, that will not become a habit---can't sleep well with toddler flipping 360 degrees all night and I'm guessing the husband would like his spot in the bed back).
So, I wish I could say that I have that "whoohoo, it's Friday" feeling like I used to have pre-motherhood. It just isn't being felt today because my head is still whirling from the events of the week.
So, apologies for the cursing- it just needed to happen; don't judge. ;) Next week will be better- right?!