Fair warning, I think this is going to come out sounding like a pitiful sob story on my part, but oh well, because I did cry about it.
Back in December, we planned a fun get-a-way weekend to go up to Franklin, Tn (outside of Nashville) and the four of us were going to take a cooking class at night and Claire and I would go shopping during the day. Before leaving we were going to celebrate Allison’s 1st birthday a little early with a small family party. The cooking class was really a Christmas gift for Jeff and Greg, but his parents were generous enough to give it to the four of us, so we signed up for the romantic date night dinner. Skip ahead a couple months, lots of dr visits, sickness, missed work, probably 28 snow days, winter blues setting in, and then comes the prospect of Spring and a night away. Oh how I was looking forward to it! Really, I’m not the type of person that shows a lot of emotion, but the thought of a night away and morning off had me close to jumping up and down like a 6 year old kid opening up presents. Doom is about to happen – can you feel it… The night before Jeff’s parents arrive Allison throws up (we just had the warning on the class door about the virus the day before). Sure enough Friday it’s progressed to diarrhea. Friday afternoon Jeff’s parents parents arrive, but Greg and pregnant Claire wisely decide to skip over Huntsville and go straight to Franklin. Saturday morning, I get sick. I was hopeful that Immodium would kick in and maybe I could make it, but it just got worse. Seemed like it was 1000% times worse than Allison. How had she remained a relatively happy just tired baby while exploding out of so many diapers? I was curled up on the bed wincing from the cramps or the head rush from the mad dashes to the toilet. So at 9:30 am, it was decided (not sure who decided this) that Jeff’s dad would go with him. The class and hotel were already paid for. I will say the look on Jeff’s face was full of sympathy when he went to tell me bye and I’m sobbing on the bed ready to die.
The 4 of them met up for lunch, and then I think went to an Irish Pub, and then relaxed in the hotel before the class. Poor Claire was part of a dude’s weekend. Karen and Bruce had planned to explore Huntsville some more so that part of their weekend was ruined. I apologized and thanked the most wonderful grandma I now know for having to take care of sick Allison and the awful diapers, but she seemed ok just getting the baby time in. (There really must be something to that grandmotherly love that is indescribable till you have a one.) And Sunday the boys got back and Jeff was showing symptoms. But wait, his seemed even milder than Allisons. What the hell?! How did I get the worst of it all.
So that’s the pitiful sob story. And thanks to facebook I know that SEVERAL friends have experienced that same damn virus in the last few weeks. Knowing that still doesn’t make me less angry that I missed out on the one thing I was looking forward to. Am I allowed to be a little selfish after having a kid? I’m sure this entry sure seems that way. I think I might have to poll my mommy friends on that question.
Back in December, we planned a fun get-a-way weekend to go up to Franklin, Tn (outside of Nashville) and the four of us were going to take a cooking class at night and Claire and I would go shopping during the day. Before leaving we were going to celebrate Allison’s 1st birthday a little early with a small family party. The cooking class was really a Christmas gift for Jeff and Greg, but his parents were generous enough to give it to the four of us, so we signed up for the romantic date night dinner. Skip ahead a couple months, lots of dr visits, sickness, missed work, probably 28 snow days, winter blues setting in, and then comes the prospect of Spring and a night away. Oh how I was looking forward to it! Really, I’m not the type of person that shows a lot of emotion, but the thought of a night away and morning off had me close to jumping up and down like a 6 year old kid opening up presents. Doom is about to happen – can you feel it… The night before Jeff’s parents arrive Allison throws up (we just had the warning on the class door about the virus the day before). Sure enough Friday it’s progressed to diarrhea. Friday afternoon Jeff’s parents parents arrive, but Greg and pregnant Claire wisely decide to skip over Huntsville and go straight to Franklin. Saturday morning, I get sick. I was hopeful that Immodium would kick in and maybe I could make it, but it just got worse. Seemed like it was 1000% times worse than Allison. How had she remained a relatively happy just tired baby while exploding out of so many diapers? I was curled up on the bed wincing from the cramps or the head rush from the mad dashes to the toilet. So at 9:30 am, it was decided (not sure who decided this) that Jeff’s dad would go with him. The class and hotel were already paid for. I will say the look on Jeff’s face was full of sympathy when he went to tell me bye and I’m sobbing on the bed ready to die.
The 4 of them met up for lunch, and then I think went to an Irish Pub, and then relaxed in the hotel before the class. Poor Claire was part of a dude’s weekend. Karen and Bruce had planned to explore Huntsville some more so that part of their weekend was ruined. I apologized and thanked the most wonderful grandma I now know for having to take care of sick Allison and the awful diapers, but she seemed ok just getting the baby time in. (There really must be something to that grandmotherly love that is indescribable till you have a one.) And Sunday the boys got back and Jeff was showing symptoms. But wait, his seemed even milder than Allisons. What the hell?! How did I get the worst of it all.
So that’s the pitiful sob story. And thanks to facebook I know that SEVERAL friends have experienced that same damn virus in the last few weeks. Knowing that still doesn’t make me less angry that I missed out on the one thing I was looking forward to. Am I allowed to be a little selfish after having a kid? I’m sure this entry sure seems that way. I think I might have to poll my mommy friends on that question.
10:30 AM
Oh Lynn! :( You have every right to be angry/upset/disappointed/pissed! That totally sucks!!!
That's the thing with kids, you can never 100% count on a sickness not ruining your plans. Mine seem to get sick right before, during, or after (with the pending illness looming heading up to the date) a major party that I've planned for months.