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And then there was poop…

As I mentioned in my last post, we arrived at my mom’s house, safe and sound. I had a cold, but was trying to “power through” so I could have an enjoyable trip.

Saturday morning: the start of our first full day on Eastern Standard Time. We were scheduled to attend the wedding of one of my best friends from High School. I was looking forward to this, I hadn’t seen my friend in probably a year and I knew that there would be other friends from High School that I had not seen in ages in attendance. I thought I would power through the day, cold be damned! I was going to see my friends.

However, my cold had, by Saturday morning, grown into a gigantic, full-blown cold. No longer did I have just a slight stuffy nose and semi-sore throat. I was blowing snot every couple of minutes, my head was cloudy, I was miserable. But, it didn’t matter, I was still planning on going to the wedding. I would just have to suck it up (literally and figuratively). Unfortunately, Olivia woke up with a very different ailment: Diarrhea. So, on top of dealing with my cold, I was dealing with lots and lots and lots of runny poop most of the day. I couldn’t tell if it was from the immense amounts of juice she had ingested on our plane ride, or if it was due to her molars which were (and still are) coming in.

Regardless, she was a very cranky (and poopy) pants, so I was unsure if I would be able to make it to the 2 p.m. wedding. Around 10 a.m. I  put her down for a nap. After almost an hour of her screaming her head off I knew that she wasn’t going to sleep. New environment, new bed, new smells, sounds, etc. along with the diarrhea meant she was not a happy napper. At this point, I knew my child would not make it through a wedding ceremony in one piece. Sure I could have gone myself, and left her with my mom, but it didn’t feel right leaving my sick baby with her grandma who she wasn’t quite used to at this point. So we ended up not going. I was bummed, but ultimately preoccupied with the poop and crank my child was emitting. I think I made the best decision, she ended up being able to recover enough and by the next morning she was up and running (and not quite so poopy).

I was still very snotty and miserable.

But again, when there are things to do and people to see, you force yourself to put on a happy face and forget about the problems you are having. It’s called being an adult. It kind of sucks.

Sunday we were going to visit with my paternal grandmother and see my Aunt, Uncle and all the cousins and little cousins. I had no idea how Olivia would handle being around 3 other children who were under 4. I shouldn’t have worried. She had a ball playing with her cousins and it made me so happy to see them all interacting together. The older two (who are 3 1/2 and 4 1/2 years old) were so sweet to her and wanted to “help” her play with things, and she seemed to be very interested in her other small cousin, who is only 4 months younger than her. We had a wonderful lunch and visit and I was able to see my cousins who were practically like my brother and sister growing up. My cousin’s wife is also pregnant (I may have mentioned this earlier) and is due only 10 days before I am, so it was nice to talk to someone who is going through similar things (although, I still have the nausea–she said hers went away only a week or so earlier, so I was hopeful mine would follow suit).

Later in the afternoon my sisters, mama and I took Olivia and went into town to do some shopping. Since most everything closes down by 6 p.m., our only options after then were WalMart and Target. I’m not sure if I have ever mentioned how I feel about WalMart, but we ended up at Target. I think my mom and sister bought everything in the store with a red clearance sticker.

I am a big bargain shopper, as previously mentioned, however, I have gotten better about not buying things I don’t need simply because they are on sale. My mom and sister have not learned that lesson. “I might need it” or “She’ll grow into it” were common phrases heard throughout the trip. I had to literally look at my mom and tell her I would not be storing shoes for my daughter that she wouldn’t be able to wear for two years simply because they were on sale for $3. As it was, Olivia managed to gain 4 new pairs of shoes (all about $3 each). My sister’s boyfriend has two little girls who she adores and treats as her own (her step-daughters without the marriage aspect) and she bought them a ton of things because they were “on clearance”. I couldn’t help but laugh at them both as we were checking out, our carts loaded with stuff that we had not intended to buy when we walked in the door. I used to do the same thing (and am still guilty of in moments of weakness) until Bill pointed out how if you don’t really need something, you are still saving more money by not buying things. Yes, it makes so much sense, but the thrill of the red clearance sticker sometimes makes you go a little cuckoo.

Gotta love them, they are so precious ;o)

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