Amy

We ended up going home Friday afternoon. When Scott gets it in his mind to go home, we are out the door in a few hours. We are getting really good at this packing thing.

Saturday I went and got my hair cut. I really, really wanted to get it colored, but they didn’t have any appointments all weekend. I had originally been hesitant to do it, but after Scott insisted, I started to get excited about it. Oh well, I’ll save my money for next time. My hair cut is my extravagance. I pay $45 a pop, plus add a tip and all the “products” and I walk out with no less than a $70 bill every time. Scott about croaks every time but now I don’t trust my hair with anyone else. When my hair was straight, I would go anywhere. I remember getting a $3 cut when a salon opened it town. I also wanted to get my eyebrows done, but at $19, I couldn’t talk myself into it.

The pastor was really good this morning. You could tell the church was so excited about it, it was like it was Christmas morning or something. He is going to bring great things to the church. He was interesting to listen to, had an interesting topic and expected a response from the congregation. He starts at the end of next month. I know everyone can not wait.

I was so psyched I was going to get a laptop from work, but I just got word that it is slow and I would have to choose between my laptop and desktop. I was hoping for at least awhile I could have both and decide which I like, but it doesn’t sound like my manager has that in mind. Plus, if it’s slow, I don’t want it. Bummer.

Life almost seems normal this morning. Emma is on the floor playing with Scott. I’m actually working (well, not this exact second).

We are considering going home for a night this weekend. Our old church is having the new pastor prospective preach on Sunday and then they are voting on him. That’s always interesting in a Baptist church. MIL is on the search committee and she says he is really good, so I’m hoping so for their sake. The church is not in good condition right now. And I don’t mean the walls are falling down. This guy supposedly completely turned around the church he’s at now, so we’re all counting on him to do the same with this one.

I really think this week is one of the worst of my life. I don’t know, maybe not. But it’s been really draining. And I mean that figuratively and literally. I spent all morning in the bathroom/bed. Thank goodness Scott was home until 2 today. I was dreading him leaving all morning, knowing I didn’t have the energy to carry her around as she has required the past week. When he left we were taking a nap. When she got up, we watched a little bit of Dr. Phil together (yes, I know, I’m starting her young). I decided at the end that she needed OUT, I needed OUT and I could sit down in the car. So off we went to Bojangles to get some mashed potatoes for us for dinner. I drove around until she got a bit cranky and when we came back, I let her play in the front seat of the car for 45 minutes. It was 5:00 by then and I was counting down until her bedtime. We came in and I let her eat (ie play in) the mashed potatoes. That took another 30 minutes. And then, I pulled out the big guns. A 45 minute Wiggles tape. She laid against me like a doll. So, we played for a few minutes and then headed for bath time where after she fell asleep quickly. I am so glad to have this evening over with. That sounds awful but a toddler takes WAY too much energy for an ailing, tired, drained, stressed, I just want to go to sleep mother. I’m actually feeling much better than I was this morning and I’m hoping both of us feel LOTS better tomorrow.

My in-laws have been down twice this week and were there two of the times when we took Emma to the ER. I have to say when someone is sick, they are right by your side. Even when Emma was in the hospital last year, my family came when it was convenient. MIL would come through hell or high waters to get to the hospital when I take Emma. They definitely have a gift of taking care of people.

Oh, and I have been watching American Idol and The Bachelorette–yes, that can be done from a bed. My favorite on AI is the SCAT girl at the end of her “song” when she just flat out screams. Scott and I looked at each other with these faces like, what on God’s green earth was THAT! I’m hoping they didn’t show some of the more talented ones because I’m not seeing any that I’m overly impressed with. As for The Bachelorette (I hate typing that word out!!) it’s kind of boring this year. I feel like all she does is laugh to try to make up for how quiet she was on the last show. I don’t know, I’m not seeing any high potential there either. Maybe I’m wrong. There are still 10 guys left and we barely have seen any of them interact with Meredith, so we’ll see. I’m not holding my breath though.

I’m sick. That’s all for now.

Ahh, if only I’d read Allison’s comment before we gave Emma a glass of milk! We are indeed paying for it…she threw up twice this morning and had more diarrhea. I feel so bad that it is our fault this time. I called the dr and he said not to give her milk for a week! Uh, that would have been great if you told me that on Monday. This time doesn’t seem quite as bad. She has held down some liquids and even half of a cracker. She is just in a bad mood. Scott went to work and I feel queasy myself. I am wondering whether it is the beginning of this or I am pregnant?? It seems a little early to get morning sickness if I am. Hopefully whatever it is will move on soon. I really need to be in good health to take care of Emma by myself. These are the times I get really scared thinking of having another child. Anyway, we’re hanging in here.

Yesterday morning I took Emma to her dr. He said it was a classic rotovirus (?). She went to bed Sunday night at 6:30 and was up for the day at 4am on Monday morning (yuck). She threw up twice after trying to guzzle some drink down, but then started to refuse to drink anything. The dr said she needed at least 1 1/2 oz of fluid every hour and 3 wet diapers a day or she’d be headed to the hospital. After getting home, we got about an ounce down her threw a medicine dropper thing. She took a nap and after waking up, my in-laws had come down. They fought with us all evening to get the fluid down her. She would gag, twist, tighten her lips, anything so we wouldn’t give her something to drink. We tried sippy cups, bottles, syringe, jello, tea, Pedialyte, water, you know, on and on. We barely got down what we needed until she fell asleep for the night at 7:00. The good news is she had a wet diaper before she went down. She woke up at about 2:30 last night and drank some Pedialyte out of a sippy cup. Then, at about 6:30, she willingly drank some more. She acted very thirsty so I’m hoping today she is starting to get her appetite back. She hasn’t thrown up since about lunchtime yesterday, so maybe we’re on the upswing. Thank goodness!

The craziest never stopped. Emma started vomiting at 11:30 Friday night. After throwing up about every 20 minutes, at 3:30, Mom and I called it quits and Dad took me and Emma to the ER (Scott was working in Columbia). We were there until 7:00. I was so wiped out. She was still throwing up/started diarrhea Saturday and we took her back at 12:30 Saturday. We were there then until 4:30. She was not holding anything down. Today she had had a few more episodes and had begun to refuse to drink. We were concerned she had gotten dehydrated and took her back even though they had told us they’d probably admit her if she came again. This time we were there for about 2-3 hours but the dr assured us she wasn’t dehydrated and gave us a few more details on what to look for (tears, moist mouth). They also got her to eat a graham cracker after trying several things. Also, gave us more instructions on the nausea medicine. By the way, those suppositories are not nearly as scary as I’d thought they’d be. She took them really well. And I don’t have to worry about her throwing them back up. Anyway, she was in a better mood today and thought she was on the upswing. We came back to Columbia because Scott is working tonight. She threw up as soon as we hit the door and did once more again. I gave her her medicine and have to call the ped. first thing tomorrow for an appointment. Man, what a roller coaster weekend it has been.

The craziest never stopped. Emma started vomiting at 11:30 Friday night. After throwing up about every 20 minutes, at 3:30, Mom and I called it quits and Dad took me and Emma to the ER (Scott was working in Columbia). We were there until 7:00. I was so wiped out. She was still throwing up/started diarrhea Saturday and we took her back at 12:30 Saturday. We were there then until 4:30. She was not holding anything down. Today she had had a few more episodes and had begun to refuse to drink. We were concerned she had gotten dehydrated and took her back even though they had told us they’d probably admit her if she came again. This time we were there for about 2-3 hours but the dr assured us she wasn’t dehydrated and gave us a few more details on what to look for (tears, moist mouth). They also got her to eat a graham cracker after trying several things. Also, gave us more instructions on the nausea medicine. By the way, those suppositories are not nearly as scary as I’d thought they’d be. She took them really well. And I don’t have to worry about her throwing them back up. Anyway, she was in a better mood today and thought she was on the upswing. We came back to Columbia because Scott is working tonight. She threw up as soon as we hit the door and did once more again. I gave her her medicine and have to call the ped. first thing tomorrow for an appointment. Man, what a roller coaster weekend it has been.