Have you seen Enchanted? I’m not a movie person, for one, and especially not romantic princess-y ones, but for whatever reason, Enchanted is our Nina/Mommy Go-To movie whenever Nina isn’t feeling well.
(the title of my post is a line from the movie, if you’re not following my train of thought…)
Sunday was Mother’s Day. Mother’s Day is so hard for so many women who want to be mamas and aren’t. That kind of ruins the day for me, you know? I don’t like the fact that I get to be celebrated for something that I don’t really deserve credit for, that others so desperately want and can’t have.
It would be like celebrating the fact that I wasn’t born in a third world country and don’t have to worry myself over things like poverty and contaminated water and the agonizing decision to sell one of my children as a sex slave so the others can eat.
So, Mother’s Day.
It started out sucky and got suckier. Well, church was awesome (as usual). Our friends Sean and Megan dedicated their 2 little girls, Emelia and Ella, and 2yo Emelia gave me a little shout-out, “Hi, Ma-la!” from the stage during the prayer. And our pastor started a series on the book of Acts (my favorite), and it was just amazing.
And I’m not going to bother writing about the sucky. Fast forward to the end of my 2+ hour nap. Got up groggy, got some stuff ready for Gabe to grill, Nina complained and complained about her belly hurting.
Long story short, she threw up at 6pm and didn’t stop for the next 12 hours. Added some nasty diarrhea. Very little sleep for either of us. Then a big reprieve from 6-12. Then started back up at noon. Gabe was out of town. Took Ava and Nina to Urgent Care. They immediately diagnosed her with possible appendicitis and sent me to Children’s Hospital ER downtown.
Fought traffic, walked a mile (not really) from the parking garage carrying my 54-pound child, waiting 90 minutes in the waiting room, made arrangements for Livi to go to our neighbor’s after school (before my cell phone died), waited forever in the room, got our insurance denied (we’re paying for COBRA but have no card). Diagnosis: nasty virus. Zofran to stop the vomiting.
Six hours later, we were home and watching Enchanted.
And I’m ready for an end to the (melo)drama. Because while it might seem that all of these trips to the dentist/urgent care/doctor/hospital/ER/counselor are a bit of an exaggeration, they really aren’t, because it’s really happening.
I have an announcement.
There’s a bit of a back story (which I’ll share soon), but I’ve decided to do a Summer Read-Along. I know everyone’s busy, so I’m going to do it a little differently, a little less involved. The book isn’t what I’d call “light” reading, but it’s a spiritual memoir, very story-ish, and easy to read (and no huge experiments to do or life changes to make). I read it (for the second time) in about 2 hours yesterday, so it’s do-able.
Details in a bit, but tell me:
Would you be interested in joining us for a low-maintenance, low-commitment, low-work Summer Read-Along?