I am going to be as detailed as possible because I like to pretend my life is a reality show. If it were, this day would definitely get great ratings. I wish I had pictures. Wait, no I don't...On Friday morning I woke up after a delightful night's sleep in a beautiful hotel. Wesley coughed after his breakfast and I found myself completely covered in spit up. Not a big deal, but not an ideal way to start the day. After cleaning up, we were headed home. We drove about 3 1/2 hours to Courtney's house. About 2 hours into our 3 1/2 hour drive home from Courtney's place Wesley started freaking out. He wouldn't calm down so I stopped at a truck stop to see how he was doing. Even though he'd had two HUGE poops the day before, he'd pooped again. And I only had one wipe left. Yeah, it was awesome. After cleaning up, we continued driving. We got home just before 6pm - nearly 10 hours after we left Arkansas. Jarrod was out of town and I was looking forward to doing laundry and relaxing for a few hours before we hit the road again on Saturday afternoon.
I placed Wesley in his crib to play while I unloaded the car. I noticed that the house smelled bad but I had heard Lucy was sick earlier in the week and figured it was just leftover. I unloaded a huge suitcase, several smaller bags, a pack 'n play and several bags of dirty diapers before going to get Lucy. I opened our bedroom door and knew something was drastically wrong. Our room smelled terrible. Lucy had messed in her crate. I was exasperated. I grabbed Lucy and started the bath. I got Lucy going in the bath and threw her blankets into the wash.
After a good bath, while I cursed Lucy for messing with my relaxing night, I locked Lucy in the bathroom while I cleaned out her crate. When I got back I realized things were even worse than I expected... Lucy had diarrhea all over the bathroom - this was not like our Lucy. I called Jarrod hysterical. He was driving through torrential ran in Tennessee but was able to calm me down and got me the number to an emergency 24-hour animal center.
I did my best to clean up myself and the house, wrapped Lucy in a towel, got Wesley in his carseat and raced to the veterinarian. I did my best to keep Lucy calm and clean while we drove the 25 minutes in rush hour traffic.
I arrived to the animal care center - enter lunatic without makeup in workout clothes screaming and holding a pooping dog. Lucy was wrapped in a towel but did not have her collar because it was in the wash and she wasn't on a leash. Who brings their dog to the vet without a collar or leash?! Me. Yeah.
I held Lucy in her towel while she had diarrhea all over the floor of the entry. My life is glamorous. I was yelling to the technicians that my baby was still in the car and I needed help. One of them graciously ran to the car to sit with Wesley while the other took me back to a private room. Lucy was still perky, but was having diarrhea all over the room. I continued to ask about Wesley. Soon (or what felt like 95 years!) a technician brought Wesley to me. They had turned off my car, locked it, and carried my smiling boy to me while I waited with a very sick puppy.
Check back tomorrow to learn more...but for now, picture me crying with a pooping puppy and a wild-haired baby!