Adventures in parenting

"You totally get the rock star parent award this weekend," said Adam last night as we got ready for bed. An exhausted, sick Liam lay on the bed between us.

I smiled wryly. We had a rough weekend. And, at the end of it, I felt like I might deserve an award. Or at least a healthy baby.

I went to bed optimistic, but I was puked on at 1 am. This morning (it's 9am), Liam has already thrown up on himself in the car while we dropped Adam off at work. We went to the grocery store after that to get pedialite and wipes. Good thing too about the wipes, because between the checkout line and the car, Liam had the messiest diaper ever. We're talking neck to butt mess. There was a moment there in the parking lot when I truly just marveled at the challenges of motherhood.

Then, it passed, I emptied the groceries out of 2 plastic bags, stripped Liam naked in the cart (did I mention that it is overcast and drizzly), opened the wipes and got to work. I was definitely judged by a few people. I could hear them thinking, "OMG, look at the redneck woman and her poor naked baby. I would NEVER change my baby in the cart like that..."

I'm sure that I thought similar things before, pre-mama-with-sick-baby-time. Did I say in the last post that moms should be envied? LOL. I might retract that slightly after this weekend.

We have a peds appointment in an hour, so fingers crossed, Liam will be on the mend soon.

(Another great Adam quote (said at 7:30 this morning after I called the pediatrician and got a machine that told me the office opened at 8):

"Remember when an 8 appointment was unheard of?"

Yes, I do. Barely.