|Before the Madness Went Down.|
Well friends, life doesn’t always go according to your plans.
I mean, we plan for so much, we schedule our lives away, we show up, we leave, we drive, we listen, we love, we sacrifice, we forge ahead and we end up surprised when things don’t go according to our plans.
Well, I don’t know.
And after the past 48 hours, I would say, as John Lennon put it…
“Life is what happens, when your busy making plans for life”.
This past weekend, (Saturday night in particular) was quite an “un-planned” interesting evening.
(To say the least!)
What started off as very fun planned evening with my dear brother, the precious and loved Uncle E, turned into quite the “adventure” as he put it in the car on the way to Mission Hospital Saturday night.
Well, wait, let me back up real quick.
And don’t panic too much, everything is a-okay.
In fact, get ready to giggle with this mama.
Last wednesday night, Samantha came down with the stomach bug,
(or the vomit-virus as the nurse put it…IKKK!)
It was not-so fun, and quite the initiation process into the “Real-Mama’s-Of-The-OC”, I mean, I’m pretty sure once your baby girl throws up all over everything, your in…right?!
Fast-forward 24 hours, at least ten loads of laundry, and lots and lots of carpet cleaner later and I felt like I was “in”.
Samantha was making a turn for the better, and we were getting our lives and house-hold back to a bit more normal.
We camped out at home Thursday, took it easy Friday and planned a fun but low-key afternoon for Saturday.
We said “adios” to dada who was headed away for a bachelor party in San Diego and headed out the door to spend the evening at the Spectrum. We shopped, played, and a couple of Samantha’s cousins even met us too for a quick bite at Ruby’s.
We packed up, headed home, and were going to read stories and say “goodnight” to our girl.
When starting the bed-time process, Samantha starts telling me “stomach-ouchy” and I feel her bloated belly hard as a rock.
Thus, begins the adventure.
Or shall, I call it the big-bloated-belly brigade?
Wikipedia (yes, I quoting wikipedia-:) describes a brigade as
“A brigade is a major tactical military formation that is typically composed of three to six battalions”…
And let me tell you, Samantha, Uncle E, and I were quite the tactical brigade!
I quickly call the nurse at my doctors office, who forwarded me to Kids Doc, Kids Doc was about to close, but said it we hurried (aka speeded-super safe!) we would make it in time.
The doc saw Samantha who gave her a 50% serious, 50% not serious diagnosis.
Geez, thanks, that was real helpful!
And ordered x-rays.
The nurse at kids doc then proceeded to wheel us over (yes, you read that correctly) to the hospital (what felt like a mile away) with Samantha screaming “go-go-go” to the nurse as she pushed us into the Promised Land.
(YES, I am pretty sure this nurse classified us as one of her more colorful patients).
We waited what felt like hours, it was a saturday night at mission hospital ER you all, which means a packed house and standing room only.
It really was the hot-spot to be this past weekend.
I mean, what did you DO Saturday Night??!!
We went to triage, took x-rays, and waited to be called back.
I saw some pretty colorful other patients as well waiting to be seen let me tell you.
That Kids Doc nurse should have stuck around, we had nothing on some of these folk.
In the process of all the commotion, our brigade quickly expanded, Aunty Jen to the rescue with a blanket, elmo, and minnie. Uncle Justin to watch her kids, and Uncle Jon to pick up my brother and transport him later in the evening, to spend the night at my house so I would have company later after the emotional evening.
And Aunty Brooke and Uncle Joe, texting with love and hugs and their support.
Oh, and all the uncle’s and aunty’s to talk Uncle Jordan down off the ledge from driving home and keeping him updated by the minute with text alerts.
IT was all hands on deck.
And this mama is seriously blessed with a BIG brigade who knows how to handle things swiftly and with precision.
So, fast-forward, we finally get called back, and we wait, wait, wait, to be seen.
One Baby Einstein later, the doctor comes on in with the x-ray results and examination.
Samantha by this time is bouncing off the bed, (it is almost 11 p.m.) and he feels her stomach.
And I swear, with as serious as a face possible, tells me the diagnosis.
Ready for it friends?
Yup, you guessed it.
A case of “too much air in her stomach”…A.K.A.- “The Toots”.
Jen and I by this point, were laughing with relief (and I was laughing with a bit of a dose of embarrassment) as I exhaled with gratitude.
I think this might be the most expensive case of “The Toots” that Mission Hospital has ever seen.
I then look at the doctor and say embarrassedly, “This must be one of the funnier things you have ever seen”, and he then proceeds to tell us of the time a woman came in with blue feet only to find out that it was shoe dye.
Thanks doc, I am so glad I rank up their with Blue Foot.
So, my dears and darlings, from suburbia I confess my true mama moment.
The one above ALL ones that has now and forever “initiated” me into the
“Wall of Mama-hood Fame”.
I promise you, I am not always full of “hot air”.
|Uncle E & SG the “Morning After the Madness”|