Yesterday was my birthday, and a beautiful day for the beginning of February. I am usually sick on my birthday, so I woke with cautious optimism that this year would be different. Well, I wasn't disappointed. It was definitely different. Here's the rundown:
*) Wake to hugs and snuggles from the kids and Papi--"Happy birthday, Mama. Can we have some birthday cake?"
*) Change Soren's diaper. He won't be still, I get green poo all over my leg and clothes.
*) Take shower and start over.
*) Feed Soren and Marina breakfast. Cereal for her, fresh oranges and blackberries for him--tons of them. All is well. Cool.
*) Decide to go to Nauticus museum for awhile, then have picnic and take Rocco the dog.
*) Pack picnic, dress kids, having fun. Load kids in carseats and Rocco in the back.
*) Start to drive away. Soren's breakfast revisits us. All over the carseat, his clothes, his hair, his toys.
*) Soren gets a bath. We try leaving again. I think it was a mistake to give him citrus, and then milk. Lesson learned.
*) Scratch museum idea. Better just go to the park. Pick up carrot cake. Feed Soren applesauce.
*) Applesauce revisits, all over carseat and clothing and toys. I start to worry. Use last spare outfit.
*) Wonderful time at the park with invited family. Kids play, fly paper airplanes, adults play cards and soccer. Lie in the sun's warmth on a blanket. All is well. Sigh of relief.
*) Soren continues to be happy and does not appear sick in any way except the vomiting. We come home and I feed him. He covers me in vomit. At least the park was fun.
*) Begin to research causes of vomiting. Remember that he pulled some craft beads from a box this morning and spread them all over the floor before I found him. Maybe he swallowed some?
*) Call emergency nurse line. She tells me to take him to the ER immideately. May have beads stuck somewhere. Drag Marina out of the tub and rush to ER. I would rather be sick myself. My poor baby!
*) Spend next 5 hours in ER. I am told not to feed Soren anything. He is starving and screaming. Marina is restless. Papi thinks I am crazy for dragging them all here.
*) Staff is wonderful and caring. I see many people with children much sicker than mine, parent's faces riddled with worry. Infants screaming and teenagers in pain.
*) Soren is OK. They do x-rays and find nothing. He drinks pedialite and then eats crackers and keeps it all down. I hug my babies tight and smile at my husband. This birthday was not so bad. I shared it with those I love most, we are safe and happy and healthy (for the most part) and life is good. I have nothing to complain about. I've lived to see another year and I have a good feeling it's going to be the best yet!
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