What a weekend. And not in a super-great, “gee-that-was-fun” way either.
1. LittleBrother had to go to the hospital on Saturday for an “emergency weight check.” Words like “Failure to Thrive” were thrown around. He goes to the pediatrician tomorrow for follow up, possible diagnosis and maybe a battery a tests.
2. BigBrother went to the Emergency Room last night because he woke up in a panic and couldn’t breathe well. Turns out the kid has croup. He’s feeling okay today. My question: how long before LittleBrother barks like a seal?
3. I now have a sore throat and cold but no time to nurse myself with two little ones that need my attention. I am drinking Thera Flu and sticking Zicam up my nose.
4. I mentioned before that LittleBrother proved that “breastfed poop doesn’t smell” was a myth. Well, I decided to prove one bunk myself. Know how they say that nursing Moms don’t have a cycle? Welcome to the absolute epitome of how my weekend went!
Also: we sat in front of some jagoffs at the baseball game, BigBrother fell while running across gravel and skinned his knees, LittleBrother decided with the addition of solids to his diet that he didn’t want to poop so he was grump about that (he did finally poop though… a lot… and by a lot… I mean… WHOA), LittleBrother is also going through his six month growth spurt so he didn’t sleep ALL weekend and, to boot, I haven’t watered my flowers in a week because they keep saying it will rain here and it keeps missing us and so my flowers look heinous and wilted and that makes me angry.
Is there any possibility of a do-over on this past weekend? I’d like a nice relaxing holiday weekend. To go, please.