Christmas 2010

Currently read: "The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest"
Currently dread: Folding a pack n play full of laundry
Currently tv: Friday Night Lights Season 3
Currently want: Urban Decay Naked pallette from Sephora

Wow...Long time no see...if anyone sees this at all...anyway. I'll explain why I'm starting my blog AGAIN at a later post...but...Christmas 2010 is a much better story.

So - Thursday, December 17th was supposed to be such an easy day. My kiddos were watching a movie, grades were in, Christmas break was right around the corner. I was PUMPED. We had a girls night out planned and I was hell bent and determined to make it. I went to Christmas Spectacular and was looking forward to girl talk and holiday cheer after the show. Then I received this message:

Need you home. NOW. Hadley throwing up. Lots.

This is never something a girl time hungry, holiday cheer needing, stressed to the max mama wants to see. I called David back and hastily explained that my phone was dying - but that she'd be fine. She was congested and teething - it was natural for her to spit up. I was NOT going home with out my girl time (read holiday cheer).

I go to dinner and head home. I was greeted by a very haggard papa bear holding a very whiny baby girl. I gave her a bottle, kept her up for a bit - I thought all was well. I put her to bed. I had doors open, monitors on - the whole bit - and was INCREDIBLY relieved that she didn't puke the entire night - and that once again my ninja mama instinct was right and it was just the teething/congestion combo.

WRONG.

At 6:50 the next morning I went into her room to get her dressed and ready. The crib, the floor, and the girl child were all covered with puke. At the last minute I called in a sub, got the children as dressed and ready as possible and headed out. I took her to Dr. Fidone - and he declared her victim of the stomach bug. We stayed at the doctor for 5 hours so she could receive IV fluids. We arrived at my parents to pick up the kids at 2:26.

At 2:30 Dad pulls up with Bug in the back. He rolls down his window and screams - Hurry - He's throwing up everywhere. Great...now my 2 year old. We rush inside, get cleaned off, and put a call in to Dr. Fidone that he needs meds. I called David and told him that with both babies being sick - I needed him home ASAP. He heads our direction.

David enters at 3:15 - and promptly pukes at 3:25. At that point I knew my time was coming and rushed to get medicine, gatorade, and lysol. I got home - made it through the night - changed several clothes and sets of sheets - and took babies to follow up appointments the next day. We got home Saturday afternoon around 2 - and at 2:30, the universe suddenly decided it was my turn.

None of us were 100 percent until December 23rd. Yep...2 days before Christmas. We put our tree up on the 23rd, bought stuff to cook, and started our Christmas shopping - December 23rd.

Can we say, CRAZY?

Then - out of the blue - my ankle injury became increasingly worse. It started out randomly bothering me a month ago - but this morning it was so severe that I had to go to the doctor. He says I have a torn tendon - that I need to keep it wrapped and in a boot until my MRI later in the week.

YAY.

I'm ready for this break to be OVA.