Really Tough Day - Part 1

I try to write about real life with a positive spin. I do my best to check the complaining at the door and look on the bright side of even the most difficult circumstances. This blog post bounced around in my head all day while I had one of the toughest days of my life. This post will be long, lack pictures, and definitely divulge too much information. Consider yourself warned.

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!