Oh what a weekend...

Thursday, while counting down the minutes until I got off work, I started contemplating what Nicolas and I would do this weekend seeing as I didn't have work on Friday so we had an extra day to ourselves. Ryan would be gone practically all weekend so I didn't want to be "stuck in the house" all day considering it was supposed to be beautiful! Well..well..well.. I spoke too soon.. Nicolas had a doctor appointment Friday morning where he got his last set of shots until he starts Kindergarten. YAY! (I think) I didn't think anything of it at first because he's never really been effected by shots before except for the painful little prick but he usually gets over it fairly quick. (In case you were wondering, my boy is a whopping 29 pounds and healthy as a horse!) So after his appointment we went to Target to pick up a few things and by the time we were done it was time for his nap. I planned it perfectly. I had the intention of taking him to the park that afternoon when he woke. Then Saturday we were going to stop by Barnes & Noble for Dr. Seuss' birthday and listen to their story time. After, we would bring daddy some lunch at work and then who knows where the sunshine would take us. Sunday, I planned to take him to church since Ryan would be at an archery tournament all day. After Mass, we would plan something fun, possibly outdoorsy with my friend.

Oh how I couldn't have been more wrong as to how I thought the weekend would go...

We went to Target after his appointment like planned, then everything went down hill from there.

Nicolas got terribly sick, throwing up, coughing, congestion, and fever. YUCK! There is nothing worse than seeing your baby feel like poop! He wanted nothing more than to cuddle with his mommy (no objection) and drink lots of water. Friday afternoon he started with the throwing up and by Saturday morning he was on and off with the fevers and the coughing and congestion were all in between. He ate very little on Saturday so he didn't throw up as much and took his nap and went to bed as normal.

Then Sunday rolled around..to sum things up, at the beginning, middle and end of the day, I had myself questioning if I was "cut-out" for this mommy stuff. Nicolas just woke up crabby. He ate a light breakfast. We cuddled while watching a little cartoons and even played a little. Then out of nowhere he decided to "test" me. He wanted nothing and everything at the same time (if you could imagine) he wanted me to hold him but was pushing me away. He wanted nothing to eat but yet kept going in to the kitchen pointing to the fridge while screaming. I literally tried EVERYTHING! I gave him frozen teethers, he threw them. I gave him a banana (his favorite), he threw it. I gave him crackers, he threw them. I gave him a popsicle, he threw it. You get the picture. By this time I couldn't be more happy it was time for his nap. (I had my fingers crossed that he would wake up in a better mood). He screamed until he was too tired to do so anymore and thank goodness he got in a good length nap. But that was only to rejuvinate him for how "trying" the afternoon would be. Lately he's been throwing mini tantrums but my husband and I have been pretty good with the time-outs and straightening him out before he gets too out of control. I don't know what was going through his mind or even how he was feeling but there are no words to describe how his tantrums reached a higher level that afternoon. There was a time when I even gave him a lollipop that seemed to pacify him but the second I wiped his hand from grabbing the lollipop, game over. He threw that too! And screamed his handsome little head off. I gave him multiple baths over the weekend to calm his fever so naturally I thought that it might work since he loves playing in the water. NOPE. He stood. He screamed. He tried to get out of the tub. THE ENTIRE TIME.

Time out- let me just inform you that for the last 4-5 weeks I've been trying to get over a cold myself that has so wonderfully turned into a sinus infection. So needless to say by Sunday, both Nicolas and I have "had" it with feeling crummy.

I felt like I couldn't do anything right for him. It was to the point where he and I were just sitting in the living room, on the floor, both crying our eyes out, because neither of us knew what the other wanted/trying to say. Language barrier at it's best. Then of course he wanted me to hold him, which I had no problem with until he didn't want me to sit while holding him. Oh no, he wanted me to stand. Holding a 29 pound year and a half old child while 7 months pregnant. Sure why not! No. Big. Deal. I felt pretty confident going into the weekend that I knew my baby well, sick or healthy. Boy, do I have a lot to learn still. My poor husband was getting call after call from this emotionally crazy mom who wanted nothing more than for him to come home and hold me and tell me everything was going to be ok because I was trying my best. And even though he wasn't able to come home right away, when he did, he reassured me that I was doing a good job and that both Nicolas and he loved me to pieces.

Which brings us to Monday, and thankfully Nicolas is feeling 100% better. Back to his regular, rambunctious self, I'm happy to report. Mommy, however is still recovering because the crying I did yesterday, contributed horribly to my infection.

My apologies for this "downer" of a blog post but I had to get this off my chest.

Friday night, I rocked him to sleep. I couldn't tell you the last time he let me do that!