What can I say though? Life's been good. Some days are more exciting than others, other days are more peaceful than others.
Today is my birthday. I'm twenty two! Or, I will be at 8:23 tonight. This may be one of my more "uneventful" birthdays comparatively, but one where I can look back from 18 til now and see my progress of adulthood. It's not all about me or parties or what I want to do anymore. I'm not in a place to just think of myself and wants all the time, and I'm okay with that!
Last night I went to see Divergent with my cousin and a few friends and hubbs very lovingly offered to stay home with Bree. The night was great! Weird, being out with neither husband or daughter, but fun. Then I came home. Sweet Bree had napped most of the evening and so was wide awake. We finally got her to sleep and transferred into the crib around 1:30/2:00 a.m.
Then I heard the awful sound of a metal on metal outside, followed by a huge crash. What I can only assume was a drunk driver hit the guardrail on the bend across the street, screeched along for a bit, crossed the other lane of traffic, and crashed into the stop sign in my next door neighbor's yard. A few more feet in the other direction and they could have hit their house.
There were five police cars outside, people running with their phones, lights flashing, and I saw someone go into the backseat of one of the cop cars. My heart was pounding for whoever was involved.
Justin and I went back to bed, around 2:30 now. My heart was a drum and I couldn't sleep. And as Justin was falling asleep and I was drifting we heard Bree stir. She was crying differently than usual and as Justin went to bring her into bed we discovered she'd been throwing up.
My dear sweet Bree has never been sick. I had a bad cold a few weeks ago and she sniffled for a day, but that was it. When we were stripped her bed she began projectile vomiting and freaking out because she didn't know what was going on. A bath, two clothes changes, and about ten towels later we were all camping out in the living room watching Friends with out pitiful girl
Around 5:30a I took our old comforter and put it on our bed to lay on and slept in there with her for a while. She spit up a few times but thankfully fell asleep with Daddy til noon.
Now she's had mommy milk and coconut milk. Only threw up once this morning, and was very happily watching Mickey Mouse before passing out, where I am now watching her breathe contentedly on the couch. Hopefully this bug will be out of her system now and I can get the six loads of laundry done!
That's been my birthday so far. Oddly enough, I don't mind. It's perfectly okay. I'm a wife and mom now. That's my job, my calling, and I love it, even on the tough days. My house is a disaster zone. That's okay too. I'm going to take my time today with my girl and make sure she feels better. I'm going to wash the pukey towels and sheets.
As my mother in law told me today, it's "a true welcome to motherhood, sick babies don't recognize birthdays." It's true! And it's okay because it's not about me anymore, it's about my family, all of us.
So that's my birthday, despite a sick baby and hubbs being gone at work all day, its been a good one. I'm blessed, happy, and very loved.
