Whataburger 2 : Nikki -200

September 9-15, 2013

Allen is nice and after we go on a run and Caleb is tired of sitting in the stroller, he will carry him part of the way home.

Me, attempting to get more pictures with my kids.

Leila had her first physical therapy appointment this week. I learned that I cannot take Caleb with me because the therapy room is way too fun and he LOVES playing with everything. She really isn't too far behind in gross motor skills, so she will start occupational therapy instead next week to really focus on eating and drinking.

I made some progress on our mural in the play room during nap times. Mostly adding color and texture to the beach.

I got some kind of strange rash that kept spreading so I went to the dermatologist this week. I just didn't want to be left out of all of the appointments. :)

Friday (the 13th) was a great day! Caleb went to bed Thursday night with a runny nose, which meant he was getting sick and slept in until 7:15 am!!! Hallelujah! I didn't get to sleep in because of Leila but it is nice to not have to nurse Leila, make oatmeal and sing Popcorn Popping as fast as I can (all at the same time) at 5:30 am. 

I left for downtown by 8:45 for Leila's 10 am follow-up appointment with the GI specialist and picked up Allen on the way. We parked in his building and rode the train to make it a fun trip for Caleb.

Waiting for our appointment, looking at the fish again.

The appointment was fine, we met with a dietician in addition to the GI doctor. She was a mom and was more understanding of my desire to keep breastfeeding and let me cut back on the amount of tube-feeding during the day. I made sure to inform them that their scale had not been calibrated correctly because I was still grumpy that Leila was hospitalized due to an inaccurate scale that showed her being almost 10 oz lighter than she really was (hindsight is 20/20 and her being hospitalized was worth it to get her diagnosis and start therapy). I don't remember much else about it. 

Riding the train back to Dad's office.

On our ride back to the office, there was a woman pretending to be hurt on the bench at one of the stops. No one knew if she was actually hurt or not so the train driver waited while someone tried to help her and another called for an ambulance. We were there for several minutes before the ambulance started to drive up, at which point she took off running. We then had to get off of the train because it was behind schedule so they were just going to turn it to go the other direction. We ended up walking much longer than we expected and were sweaty by the time we got back to Allen's office for lunch.

If you don't find potty humor funny or dislike TMI about other people's bodily functions or will judge me/never look at me the same way again, please skip to the paragraph that begins: RESUME HERE. I am about to disclose one of my most embarrassing and definitely The most disgusting story of my life this far. 

After the doctor's appointment, we stopped by Allen's office to eat lunch with him. I guess I hadn't gone completely back to dairy-free, soy-free yet because we ate Whataburger. I had previously been dairy-free for four months so that eliminated a lot of fast food and the associated grease. Well, to keep a long story short. . . about 15 minutes into my drive home with the kids, Whataburger was not sitting well. I was in the fast lane, trying to hurry back to our house when we hit a wall of traffic.

I sat there with my intestines gurgling, weighing my options when I knew there was no way that I could make it over the four lanes of traffic, to the exit, find a gas station, get my kids out of their carseats in time for me to unload in a bathroom. Frantically, I grabbed the diaper bag, got out one of Caleb's size 4 diapers, unzipped my pants and proceeded to insert the diaper into my underwear. When I say "insert", that is not the right word... it took a lot of wiggling, pulling and pushing to maneuver that diaper into place while wearing jeans. This was while driving in stop and go traffic. I got the diaper in place just in the nick of time. I'll skip some of the nitty gritty detail and say that the next twenty minutes were uncomfortably squishy but the rumbling in my intestines continued and after twenty minutes of driving in a dirty diaper, my dignity gone, it got even dirtier. If I were on twitter, I could have tweeted something witty like: #wish he wore size 6 or #thankful for leather seats (and yes, I purposely put spaces in there).

By the time we pulled into our driveway, I was disgusting and both kids were asleep. I grabbed Caleb out of the car and waddled up the stairs to put him in his bed, ran to the bathroom for round three, went to the garage half-naked to grab Leila in her carseat. I let her sleep in the carseat in the living room while I showered and did the grossest load of laundry known to me. (I am convinced there is a special place reserved in heaven for those who deal with bedpans and elderly diapers.)

RESUME HERE.

Caleb selfie

Our coloring table

Playing at the park after our run on Saturday.