This week

Oh, what a week! 

In my last post, I wrote that Cal was feeling better, but was having an "issue" that I wasn't going to go into... well, that "issue" persisted for the next 3 days.  He had the fever and was really sick on Tuesday, and on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, I changed his diaper every 40 minutes (literally), and most of those times required a total outfit change as well.  It was TOUGH. I just felt so sorry for him.

Back up to Wednesday....

Eddie was leaving Thursday morning really early to head to Augusta for the weekend for the Masters.  He goes every year and was really excited to be going this year too. Before he left, we had to celebrate his birthday on Wednesday night!  I had big plans for errands on Tuesday, but with Cal being so sick, I was unable to leave the house to take care of ANYTHING.  On Wednesday, Cal just wanted to be held.  He didn't want anyone but me to hold him and he would scream if anyone else tried.  It made me feel good, but I was worn out by the end of the day!  My amazing mom came over during nap time so I could run out to pick up a few things to celebrate Eddie turning 30.  I felt like a horrible wife-- he was turning the big 3-0 and I hadn't done a thing (granted I was home with a kid who was SUPER sick, but still...).  As soon as she got here, I sprinted out the door and picked up a cookie cake from the mall, some balloons from Party City, and BBQ for dinner from his favorite restaurant (I had intended on cooking a big meal, but with Cal being the way he was, that wasn't happening).  I flew home and tied some balloons to the mailbox and to the stair post and finished decorating.  Cal woke up and was, of course, a huge mess.  My sweet mom was there to help with clean up, since Cal wouldn't even go to her (a true rarity). 

Thursday and Friday I raced around running errands for the new house-- finalizing carpeting, picking out paint, ordering countertops, etc....! It was a busy day and it was hard on a little guy with an upset tummy, but you'd never know he was sick!  He was a trooper (minus the complete outfit change in Home Depot....sheesh!). 

feeling better-- windows down, with foot sticking out of the window!

Then, Saturday morning hit.  And it hit me like a ton of bricks.  Cal woke up early (6:00 is wayyyy too early in this house), and normally, I would have made him go back to sleep, but I could smell him in my room.... so I went in and changed him and I wasn't feeling quite right.  He came back in bed with me and I was thinking of all of the things we were going to get done that day, and I just couldn't shake the feeling that I wasn't feeling quite "right."  Well, I tried to get up and brush my teeth and I felt like I had been mowed over by death. 

I couldn't keep water down and every time I took a sip, since I was trying to stay hydrated for the baby, it would come up/out immediately.  Cal was in a great mood and just wanted to climb, jump, hang or body slam me.  It was awful-- I was SO thankful he was feeling better, but I felt so awful, I just wanted to pass out.  Eddie was out of town, and my mom was at a tennis tournament.  I didn't want to call a friend to take him because he had been sick and I didn't want to expose them/their kids to it, and I didn't think they would appreciate changing a nasty diaper....

At 10:30 I texted my Aunt to see what she was doing for the day to see if she could come help out, and when I was waiting for her reply, my mom called to say she lost early on in the tournament!  I was SO thankful she lost!!!!  I know it's horrible to say, but I was crying at this point.  It was beyond pathetic.  I was sitting on the couch with Cal climbing all over me and just crying.  She came over immediately, walked in the door, picked up Cal and put him in her car and then drove off.  It was the greatest thing ever so I could just rest and try to kick this thing.  I never had a fever, but I did get pretty dehydrated. 

My mom kept Cal for all of Saturday and brought him home at 5:30 when she fed him dinner, started a load of laundry, gave him a bath, and put him to bed.  It was ah-mazing.  I couldn't drag myself off of the couch.  Pathetic, right?  My mom is the best.  That's just all there is to it.  She even offered to spend the night at my house to be there in case Cal was up in the night.  I almost took her up on it, but thought that I should just suck it up :) 

Sunday morning came and I was feeling better.  I felt like I had the workout of my life the night before-- my stomach muscles were CRAZY sore, but at least I was almost back to normal.  Eddie woke up really early on Sunday to head home.  He always watches the final round of the Masters at home and he knew I was under the weather so he decided to get on home early.  He was very helpful with Cal on Sunday so that I could just take it easy. 

I had anticipated on packing this weekend to get a head start-- we close next week....!!!!  Instead, I got my start today.  I am just a few days behind... oh well.....

Hope none of you get this bug!  It WIPED this girl out!