BEWARE: Not for the weak of Stomach!

Warning: Only mother's or mother's to be should read this. Not the most pleasant posts and more info. than you care to read. I am mostly documenting this so I can look back on it when I think I'm having a rough time.

Sometimes life gives you lemons and you make lemonade. Sometimes those lemons are just to darn rotten. The past few weeks have been, let's say, a little busy for me. Here's just a brief example: My sister-in-law, Roberta and I volunteered to help with a girl's wedding in our ward. She was going to help with center pieces for the tables and I was going to make the runners for the table. I also agreed to pick up their daughter from school up at SVU the day before the wedding. Which meant those runners had to be done before I left. I have also had HOA meetings (Homeowner Assoc. Meetings) for the end of the year budgets (I'm the secretary), along with Activity Days for my calling. Not to mention that I had meetings with 2 of my girl's teachers to help plan the activities and parties for their classes for the upcoming year. And to add to that I am also in charge of the Bake Sale/Cake Walk at the school's Fall Festival this Friday. This is all on top of trying to be a good mom and get my kids to where they need to be, do laundry, do dishes, make and freeze peach pie filling, start a sewing job for a woman here in town and make sure homework is done and piano is practiced. This may not sound like a whole lot for some of you moms because I am sure you have even more on you plate - but for me, this is about all I can handle without losing my mind (or I may have already lost it, I'm not sure.)

It all started a week ago Sunday - I was cutting out some of the runners for the wedding and went in to use the bathroom (maybe a little more info. than you all may want to know) and had the strong feeling that I had a UTI. If' you've ever had one, you know EXACTLY the feeling I'm talking about. The next day I called the dr. (which is quite unusual for me, since I usually wait as long as possible to go to the dr.) I went in and they did a test and everything was clear. "Clear?" I was certain the night before I felt that pain but it was true that the pain was gone that morning. The dr. agreed to do a culture but wouldn't get results until Friday. Of course, I was to call the dr. if symptoms showed up again. Everything was fine until Thursday.

I had just spent the week making runners, going to HOA meetings, etc. I got up Thursday morning to go pick up the friend at SVU (3 1/2 hours away.) I took the girls out of school early and decided to take them to a pumpkin patch/corn maze on the way just to make it a more exciting trip. We had never been to VA so I wanted to see a little more (and be a good mom.) It was a fun place and the girls really liked it. I would have enjoyed it, except on the way up I had that strong feeling again of the UTI. No doubt about it. The entire drive. I felt HORRIBLE. I tried so hard to enjoy the pumpkin patch but I just wanted to go home and go to bed. I did call the doc and she called in a Rx for me. We got to SVU, picked up our friend, and turned around to come home. We got home almost 10:00 that night. MISERABLE!!! Roberta called me and was having her are own stressful day, watching McKenna for me, helping set up, doing her own Mom stuff and printing out pics and framing them for the reception. She called while I was driving to see if I could help finish setting up for the wedding the next day. I definitely wanted to help because she was so kind to take McKenna the entire day that we were in VA. I told her I should be feeling better because I had my antibiotics waiting at home and I would start taking them right away.

The next day, I was so worn out and tired. The antibiotics weren't working as fast as I was hoping they would. We had a little issue with the fact that Costco didn't get their shipment in and didn't have the flowers that were needed for the tables and poor Roberta was out searching for some all morning which delayed our ability to get the decorations done for the reception. We finally got them done and went to the wedding that night. I was still feeling bad but just thought that it was from the meds or still the infection that I now was convinced turned into a Kidney Infection since I waited so long for the meds. My back was hurting along with feeling down right tired and achy. (not to mention womanly issues.)

Saturday I was still feeling pretty bad but went about getting done what hadn't been done the whole week of Tim being sick and all my craziness. And I had to get it done before Conference started. In between sessions I had to meet with the woman I am sewing for and I thought I wasn't going to make it. The nice thing about Conference was that I got to sit and relax and rest. Right after the last session Tim left to go to dinner with some guys in the ward and go to Priesthood session. Which was fine except by the time I got the kids dinner, I felt even worse. My stomach ached and my back hurt. I could hardly carry the baby. I finally called the dr. again and explained my symptoms. He was stumped. He couldn't figure out why I was achy and had the stomach issues I was having. I assumed it was the meds.

Sunday was a little better but by the evening I felt bad again. Monday was better. Just a little tired but nothing unusual. Today I was great but poor little McKenna. I could tell she wasn't feeling well. She wouldn't eat her breakfast except she drank her sippy cup of milk and 1/2 a banana, if that. We took the kids to school and she just wanted me to hold her. I was so glad that I was feeling better that I had big plans to do laundry, clean my room, do dishes, maybe even vaccuum, if I was lucky. But alas, I layed on the couch and held my sweet baby. Which, secretly, I was loving. I was feeling such sympathy for her and just savored the moment of her laying on me. UNTIL. . . The unthinkable happened. She sat up real quick and began to throw-up . . .ALL over me. I just layed there until she was done. I knew if I moved it would be all over the carpet and she would continue all the way to the sink or toilet wherever I could take her. I was able to stand her up (because she barely got anything on her) and get up without getting anything on the couch or the floor. Serious laundry was done but that's as good as it got. The bright side? I had the thought, "I'm a REAL mom to have a kid throw up on me and not even bat an eye. I also figured out that I must have had the flu while I had the dang infection. I wouldn't wish that on anyone, (maybe Obama before the next debate.) So, I'm hoping for a brighter day tomorrow. We'll see how it goes.