Some weekends are short, and then some fly by so quickly that you barely had time to process everything that happened before you found yourself sitting at your desk at work again.
This weekend was one of the second.
It wasn’t a wholly bad weekend. And it wasn’t a wholly awesome weekend. But somehow it was a combo of both, with no hint of mediocre anywhere to be found.
First, the bad:
Friday started off with a beautiful afternoon and the promise of spending a few hours with my husband before the kids got home from school. That plan vanished when the school called to report Mira had thrown up and we needed to come get her.
Let the Vomit-fest 2011 commence!
Mira was fine the remainder of the day. Ate dinner, was mostly herself, went to bed with no problems. Then at 2:30am I heard her crying and found she had vomited in bed. Stripped & remade the bed, changed her, calmed her down and put her back to bed. 3:30am – lather, rinse, repeat. And then 5:00am, when I was out of sheets for her bed, Aaron took her downstairs to sleep on the couch while I started the laundry and then got a little more sleep.
It’s now Monday, and Mira just got off that couch. Other than going to the bathroom, she didn’t leave that couch for 48 hours. Poor kid seemed better on Saturday morning, but then by mid-day made it clear that even small sips of water couldn’t be kept down. Saturday was nothing more than fitful periods of sleep and vomiting. And like a bad, bad mother, I missed most of it, because I had a full day already planned. (In my defense, Aaron insisted I keep my plans for the day and he’d take care of Mira.)
Sunday morning was difficult, because I had to weigh our options of what to do for Mira. Take her to an urgent care, where they might insist on IVs, blood tests and meds that would leave us in major debt thanks to no health insurance, or keep her at home and take the risk that she might not get better on her own? Money is no factor if she genuinely needs help, but I’ve been through my share of stomach bugs to know that many times you just have to wait them out. And, well, I’m a nurse – I know what the danger signs of dehydration are and when we can’t wait any longer.
So we waited. I stroked her hair as she slept with her head in my lap, and I waited for her to guide me towards which direction I should take. And by Sunday afternoon she was keeping down small sips of Pedialyte and behaving more like herself. By Sunday evening she was asking for food, although we kept to the Pedialyte regimen. And then she slept through the night with no more vomiting. Whew.
Two things. One: I never want to repeat that again. Two: why do kids always seem to get really sick on the weekend, when the doctor isn’t in her office?
And then the awesome:
Momo had tweeted me earlier in the week that Ree Drummond, The Pioneer Woman, was coming to town for her book signing
I was also secretly terrified that she’d hate me, because she’s all…uh…domestic, and I’m, well, not. I burn water, people.
But the truth is, Ree is funny, smart, and so very easy to talk with. Not once did I feel uncomfortable around her. (OK, maybe a little jealous of her tremendous flexibility – she can get her leg behind her head!) She blended right in with the local gang as we talked, laughed and drank wine late into the night.
We all had a fantastic dinner at Northstar Cafe (omg, try their veggie burger!), followed by dessert next door at Columbus’s own Jeni’s Splendid Ice Creams, with a personal tour by Jeni herself.
Side note: I am completely in love with Jeni’s ice cream, and was crazy proud that we could introduce Ree to our hometown best. Not only is it delicious, it’s all-natural, with many ingredients locally-sourced (including milk and cream from Snowville Creamery), and every flavor is safe for Cordy to eat. She’s not just limited to vanilla at Jeni’s, even if she prefers vanilla.
Columbus locals, if you haven’t had Jeni’s yet, you are hereby ordered to report to your nearest Jeni’s location and eat ice cream. Meyer Lemon Yogurt is my favorite, but if you hurry you might get to try Ylang Ylang Honeycomb before the season passes.
Dinner and ice cream and hanging out with some amazing women made it one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time. It all went by too quickly, and I already miss those conversations and all of that laughter. I’m glad to have met Ree, and thankful to her for giving us all a reason to gather and share an awesome evening together.
What an awesome opportunity. There are a million things I wanted to ask her and blanked when I met her. Wished I could have met all of you too. I’ve been looking for Ohio bloggers. Do you all have any Columbus blogging events/meetings?
Yep, the great GI bugs have emerged for the season. My DD had hers a little over a week ago. For her it was 12 hours of the vomit-fest, can’t keep water down, then really slow eating come back last week. She’s back to normal now. Also having no insurance, we chose to trust our insticts as parents and mine as a nurse. Sometimes, it’s the best we can do. Glad you had such an awesome time with “pioneer woman”. I’ll have to look her up.
I recognized you at the book signing — in fact my stepson and I walked in the bookstore right behind you, I think — and wanted to say hi but I’m so painfully shy that I didn’t! So, HI, and I really enjoy your blog!
That bookstore was a madhouse, but it was a lot of fun. So jealous you got to hang out with Ree!
I have total blogger envy! Sounds like a great time.
As a long time Australian reader and lurker, very glad to hear Mira is better, but constantly astonished to read your families story in relation to healthcare. In Australia, our government funded medical system, which some in America call ‘communist’, would mean that you would never ever have to make that agonising call as to whether to take your daughter to a doctor. Ever. Everyone in Australia can access doctors, bloodtests etc for free when they don’t have private health insurance. It breaks my heart that you, or any other parent in the US would have to hesitate in taking a small and sick child to get medical assistance.