"!!!!!Dad!!!!!!Dee!!!!!" That is what was piercing my ear drums after we dropped Dave in Pittsburgh to fly home for cute Grandpa Cain's funeral. It quieted pretty easily with some apple juice. I decided that since both the kids were awake (and not currently upset) I would stop for gas and treats. Big mistake.
Twenty minutes Later. Both of my children aren't just crying, but screaming.
Some background information: for the past three days Faye has been more than sad. I don't know exactly what is wrong, but the only other times I have seen her like this is 1) when she had that super painful acid reflux when she was just little and 2) when she was in the hospital with RSV. Both times she stopped eating and I'm afraid that her intake of food is really dwindling and I'm trying not to get too stressed out about it.
So Faye is crying because something is terribly wrong and Miles is crying because Faye is crying and also he wants to go "pee in the potty." I try everything I can to make them happy. I'm pouring applejuice, I'm feeding bottles, I'm turning Nemo on, I'm tickling, I'm holding hands, I'm fanning faces, I'm getting toys and books out- nothing. It was too dangerous and they are both still miserable. I decide to pull off at the next exit and regroup.
After two pants changes and some hugs the kids are not crying anymore. With a sigh of relief I get back on the freeway and the madness begins again. It was awful.
And it stayed awful. I couldn't calm them down and I was starting to hyperventilate. You should've seen Faye looking up at me with red puffy eyes and the sup-sups looking for help that I so desperately wanted to give.
So there we were. The three of us crying our eyes out. It was pretty pathetic. I stopped crying when a van went speeding by and I decided to follow suit. I think we maxed out at 98 MPH. I was totally okay with it. Oh, And Faye finally fell quiet 2 miles outside of Erie. For those of you who don't know- that is two hours away.
It gets better. I get Miles out of the car and as I'm working on Faye I hear him mumble something about "potty." I look over and he is standing in a puddle of his own pee. Sweet. Off to the bath. He must have been eating some magical fruits because he is ripping cheeks all over the place. "Okay, bud, if you need to go poops- you tell me and you can go in the potty. Poops goes in the potty, right?" "Right." He smiles. I start to get Faye changed and
Spligsh. That is the noise that Miles is now repeatedly making when he reminds me that he had diarrhea in the tub- the sound he makes is pretty accurate. It was not my favorite thing. Clean up wasn't pleasant either. It had even splashed up on the shower walls. Nast.
It gets even better. Once I finished disinfecting the shower and the boy, I turned my attention back to my baby girl who had wiggled her way out of her diaper. Apparently I didn't finish putting it on before Spligsh happened. And then Bam! Faye pees all over. Yes! I was hoping to clean up bodily fluids again.
The rest of the day was spent making kiddos happy. Because that is what makes Mommy happy.
Ps. I miss you already Dave.
6 comments:
Sounds like you're having fun! Sorry, I feel for you. I'm with Coleman, Wendy's almost 3-year-old while Wendy and Jesse and new baby Ruby are in the hospital. He did ok, and then had a meltdown tonight. He was sobbing in his bed, and when I would try to calm him down, he'd say, "Leave me alone, I want Mama." This too shall pass.
Leave me alone? Sad! And sort of funny. ;)
Oh friend!! First of all I am so sorry to hear of the passing of Dave's grandpa, please let his fam know our prayers are with them. And second HOLY COW, I am so sorry! Wow! I love you!
Sweet heart I am so sorry. I was unaware of the post-trip-pooping-excitement. I miss you too! Don't worry I will be back in a flash. I love you.
You better be. Loves.
wow what a day. Hey, isn't Faye just about the age to be teething?... My kid is a happy kid til the teeth start bugging her, ugh.
I do not envy you with all the bodily fluids drama!
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