Happy Mother's Day (ehh.. sort of)

Well it really stinks when your kiddo is sick. And it stinks more when your kiddo is sick on Mother's Day. After the stomach bug, the cold and the mango incident, boy I am ready to be done with this sick thing. Poor Kennady. Yesterday we took her to church. We barely made it through sacrament meeting. Really, she was better than usual, because all she wanted to do was snuggle (very unlike her). But then she started really not feeling well, so we left. We got home, tried to give her some tylenol, and she threw up all over Ben.

So today she was seeming to feel a little better at first, and then not so much. Ben was convinced that she had just entered the terrible twos and was being a brat, because she would stop in the middle of a fit to watch TinkerBell or look at birds. He almost had me convinced. And then she woke up from her nap screaming and was totally inconsolable. So we headed straight for the doctor, and Dr. Jones is awesome because he got us in within a half hour on a Monday with no appointment. It might have helped that Kennady's screaming was near eardrum piercing level, so no one really wanted us in the waiting room. Diagnoses? Not what we were thinking, because we thought for sure it was something with her stomach. Double ear infection, and a pretty nasty one at that. She hasn't even touched her ears once in the last few weeks, but has done plenty of throwing up. So because she was in so much pain, the Dr gave her a antibiotic shot (um, she loved that), so it would work faster. And within a few hours she seemed to be feeling much better. I think we owe our Dr some cookies.

Well, I guess Mother's Day wasn't a total bust. I did get breakfast in bed. Sort of. Dan's conference call ended up being right in the middle of Ben making me pancakes. Pancakes with strawberry jam and whipped cream. Yummm!! And he totally surprised me with a beautiful pearl necklace. Love it! Sorry, no pictures, the sick baby has kept me from getting anything done. And he changed tons of nasty diapers. And he even cleaned up after himself in the kitchen (I had a conversation about how making me food on Mother's Day is really nice, but leaving me a giant mess that takes me the next 3 days to clean up kinda negates the food).

But I still love being a mom, even with all the sickness (although I would much prefer my baby to be feeling better). And now we know that mom instincts are better than (untrained-says Ben) Dr. Dad. Except when it comes to mangoes.