For valentines day I was going to write a cute thing for matt about how wonderful he is and all that, but after what I went through yesterday I think Im going to write about this instead. I will write about cute stuff later maybe. So this morning I woke up to my cute husband standing over me holding a present and a card and wishing me a happy Valentines day. He bought me the entire Jane Austen collection. It was so thoughtful and he did it all by himself. I felt really bad because I hadn’t gotten him anything yet. I knew what I was going to get him, its just that the baby has been sick so I hadn’t been able to get out to get it. Anyway shortly after Matt left for work I was surprised with flowers which were beautiful, but they added to my already heavy guilt for my lack of thoughtfulness on this very romantic day. So needless to say I hurried and packed up the baby and got in the car to go get his present. I had been planning to get him another Charles Dickens novel since his favorite book is A Tale of Two Cities. So im driving down the canyon and Olivia starts screaming. I cant understand what is wrong with her and I figure she is just mad about being in the car. But she wouldn’t stop crying, I kept trying to hand her back stuff to distract her, but she wanted nothing to do with it. Finally after what seemed like an eternity we get to the book store. I get out of the car and open the back door to get her out and I see that she is covered, I am not kidding, from her head to her toes with what seemed like gallons of vomit. I don’t know how I didn’t smell it or hear it, all I know is that she was saturated. So there I am with a few baby wipes and nothing else frantically trying to clean her up. Of course its not really working because the vomit is soaked through her clothes. I have no Idea what I am going to do. I have to get matt his book, but its freezing outside and my baby is all wet and stinks really bad with vomit. My only two options are drive home without the gift or wrap her in her coat that fortunately I didn’t put on her in the car because she doesn’t fit in the car seat with it on. After sitting in the parking lot for about 20 minutes I decided I couldn’t leave empty handed so I wrapped my vomit saturated baby in her coat and went in to get my book. It wasn’t so bad because there weren’t many people in the store, but just as we are getting up to the register she has a major blow out in her pants. I paid for the book and hurry upstairs to the restrooms, but in the restroom there is no place to change her. I was basically freaking out at this point and I felt like swearing, but I didn’t, I really wanted to go scream at someone for not putting a stupid changer in the bathroom. Since there is no where else to put her I through her up on the sink. I pulled down her soaking wet pants and find that the poop is honestly all the way up to her neck. I again am frantically trying to clean her up the best I can and I notice I have no more wipes. that’s right because I used them all trying to clean up her vomit. So then I start wetting paper towels, but everyone knows how great that works. It was awful. Poor little thing.
other than this terribly tramatizing experience we had a wonderful valentines day. I really feel like I was blessed with the sweetest, most wonderful husband in all this world. I am so glad he is my valentine.