i am sitting here.listening to the buzz of neighboring air conditioning units battling the almost triple digit heat...
listening to my son rolling around in his crib.
he is sleeping...yet restless.
it is finally the end to an interesting weekend.
friday i succumbed to the fact that my little crazy baby just wasn't acting like my little crazy baby.
he had never really recovered from that horrible cold he had a few weeks back.
so i gave in, scheduled an appointment for friday at 11.45am.
we made the 30 minute trek over there.
e, of course, fell asleep literally one minute before we parked.
of course.
*sigh*
i carefully carried his sleeping body into the doctor's office only to be informed that his doctor was running an hour and a half behind schedule.
"would i care to wait?".
seriously?
so i made the trek back to the car, loaded said sleeping baby back into his carseat and headed home.
it's a good thing we did.
not fifteen minutes after i laid the still-sleeping dude down in his crib, he started wailing.
not a "i've woken up and think i need to get up" kind of crying.
not a "i'm really bored momma!" kind of crying.
not even a "i dropped my paci and would really like it back" kind of crying.
nope.
it was a "i'm really freaked out and you'd better get in here quick" kind of crying.
it's a good thing i did.
the poor baby had thrown up everywhere and was, of course, now laying in it.
having never experienced true throwing up, he was seriously freaked out.
so glad we didn't have to deal with that at the doctor's office or even worse: in the car.
i got him undressed, in the bath and semi-feeling better.
i called his cousin jackie to come sit with him while i cleaned up his room and cleaned myself up.
guess he wasn't quite feeling better since he threw up once more...this time on the carpet in the living room.
good times.
despite his upset tummy, he seemed pretty normal for the rest of the day.
so much so that john and i still got to go on our little date.
john took me to a new pub downtown...
i love pubs.
i practically lived in them when i lived in england (slight exaggeration).
i did not love this one.
only because it wasn't a pub.
not a real one anyway.
just another sports bar.
only with a different name.
i was slightly disappointed.
the only thing that saved me from suffering true disappointment?
they had stella artois on tap.
yum.
saturday, i had planned to clean the house...and while i did get some of it done...it didn't happen quite as i'd planned.
e woke up on saturday still not himself.
he wasn't eating.
anything.
it's not like he was just being picky.
he really wasn't eating.
he'd put a piece of food in his mouth and almost immediately, spit it out again.
clearly, something wasn't right.
so...since we hadn't been able to get into the doctor's yesterday, i called to see about a saturday appointment.
i got the last available slot.
which was only 45 minutes after i placed the call.
meaning: we had 15 minutes to get elijah dressed. me dressed and fed. john dressed and fed. in the car. going down the road.
of course chaos ensued.
i would expect nothing less.
this chaos of course thwarted some of my cleaning plans...but oh well. such is life with a toddler.
we got to the doctors office with a few minutes to spare, unbelievably.
since it was saturday, i knew we wouldn't be able to see elijah's usual pediatrician but at this point, any doctor was better than nothing.
turns out...i was wrong.
e's doctor had switched saturday shifts with another doctor and was, in fact, able to look at elijah.
huge answer to prayer.
we love elijah's doctor. to bits. she is totally worth the inconvenience a half hour drive can be.
anyways.
poor little man had a sinus infection and the beginnings of a double ear infection.
she prescribed antibiotics, as i expected.
and though he hasn't quite gotten his appetite back...he's much more the crazy little man that i love.
i was able to organize the left-over garage sale stuff for the salvation army guys to pick up tomorrow (that has been on my to-do list for what seems like forever but only really since we had the garage sale i guess)
as well as clean all the bathrooms and vacuum the entire house (the latter with elijah on my back in the beco carrier...but still. it got done.)
sunday was another interesting day.
john and i had to be at church at 9 am for a three week class we're taking.
which isn't all that unusual since we usually attend the 9am service.
however, i was helping out in nursery during the second service while john sat in on the message.
this meant elijah got to be in the nursery for two hours of service.
hmmmm.
he did great during the first service.
even ate some goldfish crackers...which i was thankful for since he hadn't really eaten anything for breakfast. something is better than nothing in my opinion...even if it was goldfish crackers.
second service on the other hand...not so good.
he wanted his momma...who was on the other side of the partition with the bitty babies.
and once he got on the other side with his momma, he didn't want me holding any of the bitty babies.
finally after many tears and almost breakdowns, i called john and had him come get him.
john took him home and put him to bed.
he slept for three hours, poor baby.
once i got home from church, john said he didn't feel good and excused himself to the bathroom.
where he ended up staying for most of the day.
he spent a good part of the afternoon vomiting or wishing he could...
while i entertained his cousins that had come over.
we felt bad but of course, they completely understood.
once john did finally start feeling a little bit better, the boys got the dirt bikes out and we all trekked over the orchards and watched the guys play.
john and e on john's cousin jorge's indian. (this one's for you dad)
watching the dirt bike riders.
oooo...thankfully he woke up feeling much better, though a bit weak.
which is to be expected, i suppose.
john stayed home from work monday...which was a nice extension to our weekend.
however...i came down with the yuck monday evening...and well...
let's just say i haven't been that sick in a long time.
tomorrow, it's back to reality, i hope!
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