Sometimes, Chaos Ensues

Yesterday. Wow.
I’m so glad today is a new day. 

Chaos might just begin to be a good descriptor of what we experienced yesterday in our Life with Theä.

It starts like this…

Just another average get-up-and-hustle kind of morning. Except after Theä ate she was secured into that cozy/comfy car seat of hers and off we went on her first Day Trip.
The day’s agenda was to drive 2+ hours and arrive at the mud put they call Proctor Lake and hang at the family reunion for 4 or 5 hours. Sounds easy, right?

It was. 

Until… and hour and a half into the visit.

Theä was getting sleepy so it was time to go nap in my Meme and Papa’s (ultra-swanky, granite counter topped) camping trailer.  I brought all the essentials: baby monitor, sleep slack, quilt (that my Meme made) for the floor, etc.  We were set up for a wonderful napping experience in this new, strange place. Except… Theä started losing her marbles before we could even lay down and zip up her sleep sack.

I should have known that something weird was afoot.  Bird, as we call her, is a fantastic baby and rarely cries.

After zipping her up and letting her roll around and get somewhat comfortable among the cries, she became inconsolable.  I finally broke all of my own rules and picked her up.  I tried rocking with her, singing the ABC’s (she loves that), and just saying “SHHHH SHHHH” over and over in her ear. My tears were starting to well up and join hers on those little red cheeks.

30 minutes goes by.

She’s a wreck, bright red, can’t catcher her breath, and I’d already had to take of her sleep sack because she was burning up.  Suddenly she starts twitching her head to the side.  I noticed it once, twice, a few times, then it seemed to stop.

By this point Hubby has come in to see what’s going on because he knows something must be wrong – Theä is a great sleeper/napper and never throws a fit.  Then, she starts twitching her head again.  It seemed like she was trying to go into convulsions or a mild seizure. Whatever it was, it was terrifying.

We knew we had to go.

Hubby and I kicked into high gear, grabbed all the items that I had to carefully and methodically packed for our day at the lake with family, and rushed her to the car.  I was trying to keep it together in front of everyone, but as soon and we were in the car and the door shut… I lost it, for the 2nd or 3rd time. I’m not an “emotional” woman, but there’s nothing that compares to the heartbreak of seeing your helpless baby in distress. Nothing. 

a mother's love

What happens next is a miracle.

5-10 minutes into the car ride to the nearest town she stops twitching. Thank God.

15-20 minutes into the car ride she’s pretty well passed out and is almost breathing normally again.

30 minutes after leaving the lake and arriving in town she’s sound asleep and is cooling down.  She’s no longer hot to the touch and has stopped intermittently gasping for air.

We decide to press on and keep heading for home, about another hour and a half away.  Hubby feels like if she still shows signs of needing to see a doctor, we’d rather make it to Cook Children’s Hospital in Fort Worth than a hospital so far from home in a town with no real children’s facility.

Our instincts were on point, she continued to look better by the minute and by the time we arrived back home we felt we were in the clear and would continue to watch her. Last night she was abnormally grumpy, but ate well, peed well, and took several naps. All signs of her being “normal” with little reason to worry.

On the way home I rode in the back seat with her and after she fell asleep I looked about on the internet for what could have happened.  My best guess is heat exhaustion (though she didn’t show any signs while outside, under a canopy, with a decent breeze…) combined with a strange new place and sleepiness.  It was, after all, her first experience spending any amount of time outdoors that didn’t consist of being in a jogging stroller.

Although I missed out on really getting to visit with family that I so rarely see, I’m glad Hubby and I made the decision to head for the hospital just-in-case.  Theä and her health and wellbeing will always come first.

I learned through this experience to always trust the “better to be safe than sorry” theory, to never take her health and happiness for granted because that can change in a heartbeat, and to continue to trust my Mama Bear Instincts!!

For the “Mama Bears” reading this, I hope you know how fortunate we are to have these amazing little people in our lives.  There’s nothing like a “scare” to bring that into perspective.

keep calm mama bear

 

xo

 

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A Parking Lot Travesty

I know I can’t be the only person thinking this, pregnant or not, as my husband has declared the same thought:

All Parking Lots and Establishments should have Expectant Mother Parking Spaces!!!

Take a hint from Babies R Us, people!!!

Baby Bump on Board!

Baby Bump on Board!

Maybe once a woman hits 28 weeks pregnant they should give us a temporary Handicap tag or some kind of sticker that allows for special parking privileges.  It really can’t be that hard to figure out a good system!

Parking towards the ass end of a parking lot while almost 34 weeks pregnant is bad for everyone involved! It’s bad for me when I really have got to pee, like ASAP, and it’s bad for others who may slow me down while I’m trying my best to scoot into the store without peeing my pants. Can you say, “Look of Death??!”

Yes. I will shoot you the stink eye if you block my path. Beware!

Also, in the case of rain, the parking lot and walk to the store becomes dangerous and hostile territory! It’s probably the closest I’ll ever come to a war zone.  It sucks having to move at a normal pace and not being able to quickly shuffle into the dry, cozy confines of Target with everyone else.  Becoming drenched in sudden Texas storms has become all too familiar.

Shuffling/hurrying in the rain = enemy #1 while pregnant.

What if you slip and fall on the slippery surface? What if while slipping and falling you pee your pants? These are all very real risks.

For all these reasons, and more, I’m just dying for everyone to jump on the bandwagon and help us Preggos out!!

Rant over.

Have a peachy weekend. 🙂

Frumpy and Grumpy

These two words pretty much sum up today’s attitude.

Here are the Facts:

I’m wearing UGGs, leggings, and quite possible the ugliest/most shapeless thick grey maternity sweater.  Imagine that – a shapeless maternity sweater.  How dare they?  

I’m essentially the walking definition of FRUMP! haha

This is the sweater in violation of every fashion rule my Non-Preggo self would typically adhere to:

Don't be fooled as I was! This is really just an expensive potato sack, sans the burlap.

Don’t be fooled as I was! This is really just an expensive potato sack, sans the burlap.

As for the GRUMPY….

Did you read any of the words above?  I’m walking around in a grey knit POTATO SACK!

This should be just cause and reason enough for deflating one’s normally bright and cheery disposition.

Huge props to my awesome Hubby, who despite my apparent penchant for early 20th century farm attire, insists that I’m a very cute and sexy (both at once? That’s a tall order…) preggo lady.

He must be crazy!