Being a mom is a 24 hour, 7 day a week, 365 day a year until the day you die, job. So technically May 18th is just as much Mother’s Day as May 8th was, can I get an amen from any mamas out there?! I have wanted to give a recap of our day and life in general, but colds and all the yucky bugs have been running rampant in our household for the past two weeks. Lucky for you though, today I feel like I can finally take a breath (through my nose, yay!) and post all of the sweet pictures and update you on exactly how much sass a 23lb body can contain.
As much of a Hallmark Holiday as it may be and as much controversy as there seems to be on whether or not Mother’s Day should be celebrated, I love any excuse to get dressed up, go to brunch and be surrounded by family. So in order to not miss such an opportunity I slept for 3 hours after working the previous three nights, got up and got ready to celebrate with the people I love most. The only thing I can give credit to for not looking like a zombie in photos is excellent under eye concealer and mimosas.
While I was sleeping Steve’s parents took Evelyn to the park to run off some energy and then they even went to the restaurant early to wait for a table so that we all wouldn’t have to suffer the wait with a toddler. Having such an awesome family is a Godsend and Evelyn sure loves her Nana and Papa.
Look how happy Evelyn is in those pictures! Would you believe that less than an hour later her sassy alter ego Elvira came to play?
As were walking out the door she refused to put shoes on, wouldn’t let me fix the necklace she was wearing like a sash, and insisted on wearing socks on her hands. I’m really not sure why she started putting socks on her hands, but it’s been going on for about a month now and I have to admit I think it’s the cutest thing. Evelyn will put the first one on herself and then bring me the other one to help her with, something about not having opposable thumbs must be difficult. Anyway, I embraced her sassy self long enough to take a couple pictures for documentation and then bribed her with a promise of chocolate to finally get in the car.
One of my favorite restaurants in Charlotte is Toast, I love their wraps and they have the best mimosas. Evelyn sat still for about 5 seconds of our lunch and the other 99% of the time she was up exploring. Steve and Papa are the best for walking her around so that the moms could enjoy our food and our pretty drinks.
Evelyn cooperated for zero out of 9897982734 pictures and had thrown herself on the ground one too many times so we called it a day and all went home to nap. As funny as the pictures are and as cute as Evelyn is, it was one of the tougher days, partly because I had very little sleep, but mainly because Evelyn was just not herself. The sass I can deal with, that’s her and she comes by it honestly. But the throwing herself on the ground, pitching a fit every single time she doesn’t get her way, and just not being happy, that is not her. Just like any toddler, she has her moments of course, but in general she is happy-go-lucky and is a very go with the flow child. Our nap helped a little bit and we were able to make it over to Grumple and Susie’s house for a cookout out with cousins. Ella is 8 and Evelyn was absolutely enamored with her! She didn’t leave her side the whole time and I’m not sure who had the better time between the two (all the heart eyes).
And to end the night on a wonderful note, Evelyn let Grumple carry her out to the car. Evelyn loves to make faces at my dad across the table from him at our weekly lunch dates and hold his hand so that we can swing her together, but she is very stingy with allowing him to hold her, so this was huge! Look how happy!!
The day really did end on a good note, but I was still a bit concerned because the only times I have felt like Evelyn has been a “difficult” child she ended up being sick. I really thought she had an ear infection or strep throat so I made an appointment at the doctors for her the following morning. Let me tell you it was the day from helllllllll.
Let me preface this by saying that before we left for the doctors she had a wet and dirty diaper that Steve changed for me seconds before Evelyn and I walked out the door. We got to the doctors around 1145, her ears and throat looked fine so the only other thing our doctor could think of was a possible UTI. So we put a bag on Evelyn to catch urine and waited for her to pee. TWO hours later. Two hours. Twos hours later she finally peed, but at the same time she also had a massive blowout. It has been months since she actually blew out her diaper so of course she chose right then to do it. And of course because I changed her diaper seconds before we left and I was expecting a 15 minute visit, I didn’t bring a diaper with me. I always bring extra diapers!!! Not that day. So there I am in a room that could be no bigger than 6 by 8 with a toddler who is fussy, has been trapped inside for two hours, has now blown out her diaper, and I have no diapers and wipes so I’m using wet paper towels to wiping her dirty body.
Let’s all take a moment to really picture that and soak that in. Try to stifle your laughs.
So then I’m holding my naked baby in the halls of this doctors office looking for someone to ask if they have any extra diapers, but no one is around because of course it’s their lunch break and they’re all in a meeting today. Finally someone happens to walk out and says they have no diapers. At this point the bearer of no good news goes and gets my doctor and nurse. Praise the Lord my lovely nurse had a hidden stash of diapers for such occasions. But the bad news is that the urine sample that we waited so long on and made such a mess over is contaminated because of the dirty diaper. Can anyone else feel the tears that welled behind my eyes? Oh my gosh it.was.awful. I am really not a crier as a mom, I cry more over happy things, but it took everything in me not to walk out of the office in tears. I held it together long enough to get to the car and then boo-hooed all the way home.
It’s quite funny now, but it was awful at the time, I know it’s ridiculous to say but it was by far the hardest day I’ve had as a mom so far. We went home with another bag for another urine specimen it came back negative so we just toughed out her “behavior change”. Two days later Steve was back in the office with her and it turns out Evelyn had croup. For two more days she still wasn’t feeling that great and after countless emails back in and forth with our doctor we were prescribed some antibiotics and since then she has slowly gotten back to her normal, happy self. Momma intuition for the win. Of course Elvira still makes appearances, like right now as she throws a tantrum beside me because I won’t let her type on the keyboard, but for the most part all is right in the world again.
Until Next Time,