Sunday, November 3, 2013

Anything that can go wrong...

Murpheys Law: Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.

Do you ever have those weeks when you wonder what else on earth could go wrong? I don't have very many of those, because the reality is that losing a child puts a WHOLE lot into perspective. It doesn't mean I don't have bad days, but I care a whole lot less about those days than I do the ones where things go right. I feel ungrateful talking about those bad days, but I also realize that that's what makes us human - the good AND the bad.

Well, Mr. Howard went out of town to Canada a few weeks ago for work and I had one of THOSE weeks. I was so excited he was going - because I felt like it was such an awesome opportunity. An opportunity for growth. An opportunity to add an awesome experience to his resume. And a fun opportunity to travel. I was so thrilled that I didn't even really think about what that would mean (that I'd have to manage pick-ups, drop offs, therapies, dinners, mornings, baths, etc. for 8 days). It wasn't until he was packing that the reality sort of hit me. In the interest of full disclosure, I want to say that I am so blessed. I have my brother and soon-to-be sister-in-law living with us and so I knew I would also have help if I needed it!

The morning came when I was to drive Mr. Howard to the airport at 3:45am and as luck would have it, I had such a bad stomach flu that I couldn't even drive. Perhaps that should have been my sign of the week I had coming. He had to drive himself to the airport, while I sat in the passenger seat trying to convince myself I felt okay. I had a playdate scheduled for that day which I had to cancel because there was no way I'd survive. I spent the rest of the day at home, trying to do my best to distract the kids from wanting to be held and cuddled (yikes!). I survived, of course, but I certainly was missing my superman hubby!

Then on Monday evening, Connor let me know that he was in pain. I did my normal "you're fine" routine and sent Connor on his way. (He is very into telling me every ache and pain right now..."my legs are so tired, Mama; I'm not sure I can walk down the stairs by myself"..."My head hurts from all this looking I've been doing; I need to rest my eyes"...). It wasn't until I watched him sort of hobbling around that I thought to take him seriously. He told me his boy parts were hurting and sure enough they were not looking too good. When I called an advice nurse, she asked me how long it would take me to get to the hospital and suggested I get in the car immediately. Apparently, they were worried about torsion of the *** (I don't want to write the word out - because I do not want google to index my website for that word...but it ends in **icles). When we got there, the doctor was prepping me for the idea of surgery and taking me through what would happen. I was so thankful my brother and his fiancé were at the house and could stay with the twins while they were sleeping. But for the life of me, I could not get ahold of my husband in Canada to let him know what was going on.

After an hour and a half ultrasound, several pediatric doctor phone and in-person consults, a hundred ultrasound photos, and 6 hours in the emergency room, it was determined that he had an infection and we were sent home with antibiotics and a pediatric appointment the next morning. We were tired.
It is an understatement to say that we were exhausted!!
The next day I had to be up at 6am (I hadn't gotten home until about 3am the night before and then still had to write lesson plans and call in a sub) to take kids to preschool, so that I could also take Connor to his follow-up appointment with his pediatrician. Connor and I spent a lot of time that day in bed cuddling and sleeping a lot. I certainly felt like I needed a Super Mom cape that day. The rest of the week was equally entertaining at work, as I had meetings before school, parent conferences after school, and conferences with kids who had misbehaved with the sub; in addition to the chaos, I also was just exhausted from preschool pick-ups and drop-offs, dinners, grocery shopping, packing bags for school, remembering projects, and all the other things that don't seem like a big deal when you have two people helping to do them all. Whew! I'm telling you, you single Mamas are amazing. I don't know how you do it!

When that dear hubby of mine came home the next week, I was BEYOND ready for a nice, hot bath and nap. I crawled into the tub and relaxed. I had just shut my eyes when Mr. Howard came sprinting in, held a towel out, and told me I needed to get out because Isabella had split open her eye and needed to go to the emergency room. It seemed only fitting that my "Super Mom week" ended with my hubby haven't to put on his Super Man cape. (P.S. She was fine and we didn't end up taking her to emergency because we got her eye to stop bleeding).

4 comments:

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Yes it sounds like one of "those" weeks:) SO glad to hear Connor was fine! I have just been reading a bunch of post and catching up on your blog. I love the kids Halloween shirts and a BIG congratulations on your half marathon!

Mrs. Howard said... Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

Thanks Tesha! I'm glad you're catching up. I can't get ENOUGH of our adorable new cutie!! How blessed you are!! :-)

Mrs. Howard said... Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

Wow! What a week!

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It's always an adventure, being a parent, right?? :-)

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