a sensitive gag reflex
As I sit here today, she still smells a little bit like puke. If I were to name the scent, I would call it Sweet Curdled Milk.
I just gave her a bath this morning, mind you, but I can still smell it. I don't know how; I am a very thorough bather. Is it possible to puke into your ear? I think that's part of the issue.
It's ironic that she puked last night in bed. A week ago last night, she puked at home and we ended up taking her to the Emergency Room.
She just coughs and then gags... and then she pukes. It's, let's say, not the most pleasant quality for a baby to have.
It wasn't the puke that sent us to the hospital for Turkey Day. It was difficulty breathing.
Actually, we took two terrorists to the hospital. #3 came, too. He was diagnosed with bronchitis and discharged. #4 was diagnosed with Bronchiolitis, and admitted. We were there from Wednesday night to Friday morning.
Usually, I'm sorta neutral on it. It tends to stress me out (but let's be honest, almost everything does). There's food to make and we have two dinners to go to, making the day very long. I know, I am complaining about having too much, right?
Stupid Americans celebrating their stupid abundance. We all have friends that took the time to point that out to us last week, right? And then they ate themselves silly, too.
I can't even say that I LOVE the food that much. I mean, I like it all (and Lord knows that I eat too much of it), but I never think in November, "Oh man, I can't wait to eat some sweet potatoes".
On Thursday, my husband left me alone for a while with the baby so that he could drop off medicine for Terrorist #3, walk the dog, and then search for a Thanksgiving dinner other than hospital food. I scrolled through Facebook as the baby watched Frozen, and saw all the pictures of table spreads.
I realized... I was jealous.
I missed the food. I even missed our family.
Oh my gosh, I was actually feeling thankful!
"...they say - that the Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day."
I was thankful that every year we get to sit down to a beautiful spread, TWICE.
I was thankful that every year we get to see almost all of our family on Turkey Day.
I was thankful that we lived close enough to family that they could help us out. My niece was home from college and came over to our house when we took the little bombers to the ER. Then she took Terrorist #3 and the two older ones to my sister's house to spend the night on Wednesday night.
My sister fed them breakfast on Thursday morning, then dropped them off at my parents' house. My dad then took them to my sister-in-law's house for early dinner, and then my brother-in-law took them back to my parents' house, where they ate AGAIN and then spent the night.
Then, then, then, then... all done by our family to make sure our kids had a good Turkey Day.
If not for all of them, what would we have done with 3 kids? Spending Thanksgiving alone in a hospital with a 2-year old would not be fun.
It wasn't that fun with the both of us.
Our Thanksgiving Dinner
When we were discharged from the hospital on Friday, we got to eat leftovers at my parents' house, and then again at my sister-in-law's house. They both took the time to re-create the day we missed.
Of course, the 3 older terrorists complained about eating the same stuff for 4 meals in 2 days.
So it goes.
Who can really complain about family like that?
So, as we approach Christmas and other holiday parties, and most likely events that we dread every year... just think: what would it be like without this?
Maybe we need to stop stressing out so much (especially us perfectionists/people-pleasers) and focus on what the "reason for the season" is.
Maybe you'll find your "thankful", too. Just sayin'.
Say a prayer for me,
Kristin
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