Today was supposed to be a great day. Chase and I would spend the day together while daddy went to an all day meeting. We could get back on our schedule since we got out of whack Friday. Then at 4 Chase and I would go to Christine's baby shower. It would have been a good day if that had happened at all... in the least little bit... even just a smidgen of it would have been nice.
But nope... my day did not go as such. At 9:30, I attempted to put Chase down for a nap that he does regularly... it started with talking to himself and then went into a full out cry. I picked him up and attempted to console him... which worked so I jumped in the shower. When I got out he was in a full on cry. You win again Mr. Chase. I pull him out and we start the 2 hour cycle over again. We play, we eat, we play some more, we take a bath and then we settle in for another nap at 12:30. Nope, nada, not having it. He is all out screaming in a matter of 15 minutes. I pick him up and try to console him and put him back down. I know he is tired, he is fighting it so hard. Nope, full out cry again... turning beet red. I had to leave him in the crib for a while for my own sanity (ironic because it did nothing to keep me sane but you parents out there know what I am talking about). I eventually pulled him out again and he just would not settle down. Finally at 2 I was feeding him and he fell asleep... usually a faux paux for the day hours but he was finally sleeping so I took advantage of it... for his health and my sanity. He slept for all of 50 minutes. Fantastic (drenched with sarcasm). I get him ready to go to Christine's shower. Now at this point I have the option to leave him with daddy who is on his way home or take him with. I thought taking him would be better since Adam is very sick and plus I wanted to show off Chase. I chose wrong, very wrong.
I get to the shower and almost immediately I am informed that I ruined the surprise for Christine. Let me stop and say here that no where on my invite does it say that this is a surprise... so honestly, it's a good thing I didn't outright say something about the shower to her face. You may be asking yourselves how I ruined it... I left a message saying I was coming to the shower and that I couldn't wait and Christine just happened to be there when the message was played (sorry Christine!). I know, I know, there is no way I could have known... that didn't stop the death stares from the party thrower. Which made me feel about 2 inches tall. In case it isn't clear, I love Christine with all my heart and the thought of ruining the surprise for her makes me sick to my stomach.
About a half hour into the shower Chase starts to get fussy. I feed him some and that helps... then I leave him with a friend so I can get some food and when I get back he is crying. Awesome... I take him back and he keeps crying... I walk him around and he keeps crying... I am pulling out all my tricks and nothing is working. And nothing continued to work for the next hour. He is so overtired and over stimulated that he is just angry and upset which results in many fierce tears. Finally when I figured this out (I am new at this so it took a few to sink in) I took him upstairs... and for a while he did fine up there. That ended and he went back to being Mr. crankypants so I knew what I had to do... the one thing that I really did NOT want to do... leave Christine's shower early. She was only partially through opening the presents and she hadn't even gotten to mine yet. If you thought the feeling of ruining her shower made me sick to my stomach, you should have seen when I had to leave early. I made it to my car and then broke down sobbing. I called Adam (my source of comfort) and cried to him the whole 30 minute ride home. It seemed to take forever to get home... ironically Chase slept the whole way home. I love irony.
Adam met me at the Jeep the moment I pulled up and took Chase. He has been singing to him and entertaining him ever since. I came to the computer so I could get today off my chest (hence my therapy theme for this blog). I honestly cannot fathom how I could do this without Adam. As sick as he is, he is heating up milk for a bottle and entertaining him at the same time... I am literally listening to Adam imitate one of Chase's many musical players. If anything good can come from today, it's the reminder that I am so incredibly lucky to have Adam.
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What a horrible day! I'm just glad I could help you out for the last part of it. I wish I was there in the beginning.
This is one of my most favorite posts of yours ever. Raw, open and had me in tears by the end. You are so blessed to have Adam, and the gift given to you both, Chase.
I know exactly what you're talking about with how your day went with Chase. Accidents happen and the message you left on the machine, 100% accident. Not your fault at all, the party host should have, by all means, let everyone know it was a surprise. What a thing to forget to tell people!
Adam...words fail me. He is a wonderful man, husband and dad. I adore him.
I wish we'd known! We were home just cleaning the house all day! We're not sick!!! Don't forget you always have us next door in a pinch. I'm sorry you had such a bad day- I know you've been looking forward to Christine's shower for a while.
Sorry to hear about your day, it sounds like it was just awful!! What a blessing to have such a sweet husband to be there to help out. I know that I am thankful for mine!!
I've been there too...you are not alone. Nap training is so hard and frustrating when you know what is to come later in the day if they don't sleep! Oh..the terror!
I shed many tears in my early parenting journey, too...usually when my best-laid plans were totally disrupted!! (Sound familiar?) Sorry to hear of your day. Hang tough. You are doing better than you think!
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