We had great intentions to spend Thanksgiving with James's family. I was hoping for a FULL day of lots and lots of food. If anyone knows me, they know I have this obsession with food. I love to make it, eat it, and EAT it! I made homemade rolls, cheeseball, and banana cream pie! (all my Mom's recipe)
Wednesday evening Porter was sick, really sick. It was a horrible, restless night full of crying both by Mommy and Baby. Thursday morning (why did we wait until the morning?!) we called around and of course, no "after hours medical centers" were open. So we took a drive to the hospital. Porter had a bad case of croup. What even is that? (I'm being sarcastic, I'm pretty sure I could write an essay on it now.)
We spent four hours at the hospital - a shot, tylenol, breathing treatments and again crying by Mommy and Baby. By the time we left, he was sounding and acting better. We got home just in time to eat Thanksgiving dinner. And then packed up our belongings and drove home - after Porter cried when we put him back in the car. (Oh! But not before my little sister stopped by to see me - yes!)
And that was how we celebrated our Thanksgiving. No pictures. No exciting stories. Just an exhausted, emotional - drained Mom who hadn't seen her baby so sad before. I guess this is all part of being a Mom - trying to be strong when your baby is very sick and very sad.
Hope your Thanksgiving rocked - really, I do. OH! And I hope you went shopping this morning. Who doesn't love Black Friday? Unshowered people running around the store trying to get that beater for 2.99 or one of those movies for 1.96. You have to admit it's absolutely hilarious and I'm sad we missed it this year.