Big long very bad day

Well it wasn't as bad as it could have been. Nobody was hurt. Nobody was hospitalized.


We had a full day at the hospital. Every 3 months all the specialists want to see both kids. I also need new scripts every 3 months for everything from Speech Therapy to formula.


To make things more interesting my son began throwing up on the way to the hospital. It's like 50 miles or so one way. Far for us. We rarely leave the county otherwise. Thankfully we stopped in a tiny town. It was like on TV - Bank, Post Office, Gas Station and inside the Gas Station Attendant was shooting the breeze with the town policeman and the oldman...it was awesome. Said lady working at the gas station was kind enough to let us have like 300 paper towels and bags for both his clothes and to cover the car seat. She even found a box we lined with a bag to serve as 'barf bucket'.

Note to self: Remember to also pack UNDERWEAR for extra clothes. Thankfully my son who tells everyone everything didn't tell everyone we saw today that he was going Commando. I was thanking God for that - after several hours and doctors all running at least 30 minutes behind a piece I would have dropped to my knees and balled like a baby.

Not over the underwear. Over how stressful things can be. I love my babies so much. I'd give a kidney to make them better. Anything. Most of the time I am on top of things other times I want to have a good cry because it's not fair.

DD barfed from being so upset because we totally were an HOUR late for nap time thanks to late doctors. She freaked. Thankfully everything is better now. Naps have been taking, car seat cover has been washed. Momma has chocolate.

My house is trashed. My speech therapist will be here in 13 hours and it will probably still be bad when she gets here. I did however put together chicken noodle soup and put it in the crock pot - so we'll have good food - full of veggies and chicken and homemade stock.

I'd rather that than fast junk and a clean house although I'd like to be June Cleaver and do it all in pearls with perfect hair. One day I will be more awesome. Today I know my babies are loved. I know I advocated for their health and well being to the best of my ability. I know they feel happy and secure.

I also know when my son is too old to call chicken noodle soup chicken little soup anymore I will be sad. That's the stuff life is made for. <3 Love.