Thank God for the Midnight Pharmacy

I know I have a lot of lessons to learn. But last night was definitely a lesson I can check off the list. That lesson? NEVER LEAVE HOME WITHOUT INFANT TYLENOL.

It was a night like any other, I thought. Virge and I were staying at my parents’ house for a little fun weekend with them. He went to sleep with no fight at about 7:30, a little early for him, but he didn’t take a long nap that day so I didn’t think much of it. At about 10, I went to bed because I knew he’d probably wake up at 5 or 6 in the morning. About 10:30 he woke up and fussed a bit. I usually let him fuss for a bit before I get him because many times he will just go back to sleep. But as his crying got worse, I knew he wouldn’t go back to sleep. I picked him up to console him and his crying just got worse and worse until it became a scream.

Now let me make this clear: Virgil may be many things, but a screamer he is not. I knew something was wrong and I figured it was probably his teeth. I went to the diaper bag to look for baby Oragel, Tylenol, SOMETHING to soothe him.

Nothing.

Genius. Mother of the year.

I was so mad at myself I couldn’t stand it. By this time he had my parents’ attention and they came to see what was wrong. Upon seeing my usually happy baby boy, they immediately got their shoes on to make a midnight run to a pharmacy. Life savers, I tell you! By the time they got back, I had finally calmed down Virge by letting him suck on some ice. We gave him Tylenol, and then he was ready to play! Hahahaha!

We let him play for a bit, I tried to nurse him, but he was not interested, so I just put him in his playpen to get rid of some of his newfound energy. Within 15 minutes, without so much as a single fuss, my awesome boy was asleep again.

The lesson? Tylenol: NEVER LEAVE HOME WITHOUT IT

Lesson 2: Grandparents are awesome.

Milestones

Today Virgil is 8 months, 12 days old. So many milestones, so little time.

I wish I would have started this blog when he was younger because so many amazing things have happened since that day. First roll over (in the hospital, seriously). First flu (not quite 3 months old). First sitting up (5 months old). First crawl (7 months old). First time to pull up on something (two days ago). First tooth (two days ago).

Okay so there has been more firsts than that, but at least you get the idea.

Being a mom has been such an amazing journey. I never knew I could love someone so much. I never knew how fun parenting could be. Lance and I stay in stitches with this boy. He does the funniest things. Like recently – since he’s learned to pull up on things, he’s also decided to use his mouth to assist in the process. It’s pretty funny, my little rough tough cream puff working so hard to pull up on the ottoman, resorting to his face and mouth to aid in the process. He also has started making this sort of growling noise when he crawls – like he’s a barbarian on the hunt. That’s what Lance calls him – his little barbarian. Virgil the Barbarian, to be exact.

He’s getting more and more active as the days go by. I keep thinking that it can’t get much worse. Needless to say, I keep being proven wrong. He’s so busy now that changing his diaper is much like gift-wrapping a cat. And when it’s time to sleep, there is no winding down for this boy. It’s full speed ahead followed by a sudden crash. Fully awake, followed by fully asleep.

I’m having so much fun. As much of a perfectionist as I am, I have to constantly remind myself that there is nothing perfect about parenting, so it’s been a huge leaning curve for me to say the least. But it’s a lesson I most definitely needed to learn and I appreciate it all the more.

As the days and months go by, I plan on updating this blog with the things that mean the most to us. Our memories, our triumphs, our struggles. If you read it, I hope it blesses you with the peace of mind of knowing that you’re not the only one going through the crazies of life. And if you get bored with it, well that’s okay too. It’s really just a journal for me anyway. 🙂

Happy living, my friends.

This is Virge this morning, eating waffles and syrup for the first time. He loved them. He’s quite the independent eater these days. He doesn’t want mommy’s help anymore!

My Glamorous Life

I learned a good lesson today: white clothing and seven month olds do not mix.

I am dressed up today. I have some goals to accomplish so I thought I’d spruce up the wardrobe and go for the sequins and a white shrug. The brilliance behind this is that I fed my son sweet potatoes and corn for lunch. Orange puke does not an accessory make, or at least not a pretty accessory.

Sufficient to say, on the way out the door, I picked up my son while wearing my fancy outfit and thought, “I better put a towel over my shoulder before I carry him out to the car.” I headed to the closet to retrieve said towel and heard the infamous “bleh” that is inevitably followed by baby puke. There it was, glistening orange puke all down my crisp white sleeve.

No matter. I have several white shrugs. I’ll just toss this one in a quick bath of hot soapy water so as not to stain it, grab a new shrug, grab a towel first, grab my son and head out the door.

I start the sink water to fill for my sweater-soaking brilliant plan, set the detergent on the edge of the sink in what I thought was a safe place, turned my back and “splat!” The bright blue detergent is now a lovely, slimy pool a good 8 inches in size on my carpet. Brilliant.

The bright side is that laundry detergent, while extremely difficult to get out of carpet, makes for lovely air freshener. The down side is the carpet is nice and spongy now.

Oh well. Off to get another white shrug (glutton for punishment, I tell you). I don the shrug, don the shoulder puke protectant towel, grab my son, and hear, yet again, “bleh” followed by even more glistening orange puke.

But I’m no fool. The towel did the trick and I’m out the door stain free this time. Fool me once, strike one. Fool me twice, strike three. Thank you, Michael Scott.

Anyway, just wanted you all to have a little insight into the glamorous life of the rock and roll mom.

🙂