I don't even know where to start. This is so not a fun week for me.... and it's only Wednesday!
Ug. I didn't plan to be on a complaining kick, so perhaps I'll just share the facts as I know them and you can judge for
yourself?!
Yesterday I awoke to the sound of Marian retching. On the plus side, she made it to the bathroom and hurled into the bathtub. (Its a bigger target than the toilet.) So I couldn't send her to school, especially when she barfed again.
Unfortunately, Delaney had her 2 year old well-baby check up scheduled, and I had to meet with a lady who would put in for labs so I'd have lab-work done by my real appointment on Friday. This meant I really really needed to go to the doctor's that day and I really really did not want to cancel. The morning was a bit crazy before I got Callie off to preschool and I dragged poor Marian (and her big green bucket) off to the hospital with me and Delaney.
Marian was amazing! She puked in the bucket on the drive and several more times at the doctor's. She was pretty much down to nothing in the tummy by then, so it wasn't a big deal to rinse the bucket and continue on. Delaney's doctor decrees her a happy, healthy 2 year old. But the doc nearly had a heart attack when she saw the nearly empty shot record. I let her think I was a slacker mom, when the truth is, I didn't want her vaccinated till she was 2. Now she's 2, so I'm okay for her to get shots. And Delaney got 3 of them.
Marian was great. We did Delaney's appointment first. We waited a bit for the shots, but I was running out of time to meet with my lab lady, so we ditched the shot place and hustled to meet my lab lady. She had me sign
paperworks and sent in for lab work. (I have been cold and tired for a couple months and I'm worried about my thyroid or iron levels and want those checked out. Seriously, I am freezing cold, all the time! Its a new experience for me and I do not like it.)
I trotted the girls, the stroller, the backpack, the
blankie, and the green bucket back to the shot place so Delaney could get her 3 pokes and 3 stickers. She only howled till she got the stickers. Then we decamped to the lab, where I'd get blood work done. The girls were about out of good behavior by then. Well, not Marian, she was content to just follow along with her bucket and sit when told to sit. Delaney was getting tired and cross. After 15 minutes, they called my name and that's when I discovered there was no record of me in the computer.
Ug. So we just went home. I love my friend Shelly. She kept Callie for an extra hour after preschool was over and Callie still wasn't ready to go home!
That's the first half of the story....
Dan had worked it so he could go to work late today so I could run down to get the lab work done this morning. Unfortunately, Marian spent half the night throwing up. I thought she was in the clear, because she was okay all yesterday afternoon, drank a lot of juice and ate some dinner. She woke up around 1 this morning with horrible tummy cramps. She was so pitiful, crying and clutching her belly, and there was nothing I could do for her. So sad. I finally kicked Dan out of bed and put Marian in his spot so I could pretend I was sleeping while pat-patting her and murmuring "there-there" to her. Then she started vomiting again. Sigh. I spent the rest of the night cleaning up puke or waiting for her to do it again. She did hit the bucket or tub every time though. She is an amazing kid! I'm so proud!
So, no sleep last night and I got up early so I could be out the door around 7:30 to get to the lab. I was there early, the place was empty. They sent me back and I got to watch a boy of about 6-7 scream bloody murder as they drew his blood. When it was my turn, I sat down and just started crying. It was pretty
embarrassing. I couldn't stop. My only excuse is that I was so tired. On the plus side, the guy was very good and very fast and it really didn't even hurt! Which makes the crying even more
embarrassing. Sigh.
That's been my week so far. I'm not really liking it. Fortunately, Delaney seems to be suffering no effects from her shots (the others were always cranky and fussy for a day or 2 afterwards.), she's her usual sunny self. I like that. Marian is a fabulous sick kid, but I hate vomit. I nearly tossed my cookies twice last night as I cleaned it up. Not fun. Sometimes it stinks to be the mom. I'd say things can only get better, but we all know I have 3 other children and that things could be much much worse! I shall count my blessings now!