Was yesterday Valentine's Day? I almost missed it. Things were a little crazy around here. Thankfully God prepared me for what would be kind of a rough night Wednesday night. For some odd reason, all four of us were asleep by 9:00, which is very unusual. I was sleeping great until a little 8 month old popped up in her crib at 2:00am. We have a video monitor in our room and I watched to see if she would go back to sleep. She always sleeps through the night but has had a cold so I was keeping an eye on her. After changing her diaper and putting her back down, I was wide awake. I tried to go back to sleep but she continued to fuss so I did something I never do. Anna Clare had long since found her way into our bed so I got Owen up and we got in AC's bed. Then I noticed that she had a big red circle "burn" around her mouth from where the pacifier had rubbed her little skin raw. I woke Steve up (4am) and asked him if he wanted to come look at her mouth b/c I was afraid it was a reaction of some sort. What was I thinking? He rolled over and mumbled, "I'm sure she's fine." She slept on and off for the next few hours, but needless to say, I did not. I even saw the reflection of the newspaper delivery man's hazard lights as he delivered our paper at 3:47 am. Anyway, about 6:30, she starts coughing, which actually sounded more like a dog barking. So I'm thinking croupe, pneumonia, what? I throw on some clothes and head out the door with her at 7:15 in the freezing cold to the doctor's office. Diagnosis: The sweet little thing has bronchitis/croup and a pacifier burn to go with it. She looked so pitiful! Steve meets me in the parking lot with AC (still in her p.j.s ) so he can get to work. So we spent the day trying to get well. Steve came home for lunch so I could run to Walmart (still no shower) and get a few things...I was there and back in 30 minutes which is a record! AC went to the neighbors for a while after lunch so I was able to nap for an hour, which was a life saver (nap took priority over shower). I tried to exercise on the elliptical but only got 20 minutes in before Owen was screaming again. Oh well, I tried. So Steve comes home from work and I still have had no shower and no thoughts about supper. Happy Valentine's Day, honey! (not that it mattered to my Valentine - he would've been happy with a pb&j). I passed off the sick one and finally got a shower and threw some leftovers together for supper. We exchanged cards, promises for a date night SOON, and laughed about how having children makes Valentine's Day a little different. But we love each other more each year and wouldn't have it any other way!
P.S. I managed to remain fairly joyful despite the circumstances, and we will definitely be having take out tonight!!! (I would have posted pictures, but they would not have been pretty)