So as we drove away toward the pharmacy, A hiccuping and shuddering between sippy cup pulls in the back seat, I thought that had been the worst of it. I'd get his meds, get home, feed him dinner, and settle him in bed no later than the usual 6pm. Pfffft. This plan wasn't to be, (no) thanks to the nitwits at CVS and A's pedi's erroneous belief that I wanted to pick up the meds at a CVS located in the middle of freaking nowhere, in a tiny town a good half hour from my house. It took about seven Muzak-filled phone calls, a total of an hour spent idling at the CVS drive-thru singing every nursery rhyme I have in my repertoire to soothe the poor boy, and an excessive use of the pseudo-profane phrase "FUDGESICLES! GOSH DARN MOTHER LEAPING FUDGESICLES!" before I got what we needed. To add to the awesomeness, just as we were about to be freed, the CVS pharmacy window person apparently confused my saying "COULD YOU MOVE ANY FUDGCICLE-ING SLOWER IN THERE?" with "hey, I had so much fun paying yall $70 for my Tamiflu the other day, let me pick up the tab for the lady over in Lane 1 too!" and charged me $50 more than I owed so then we got to wait ANOTHER 15 minutes for the manager to come erase that transaction and ensure each lane was given the correct drugs.
Finally, I walked into the house at nearly 7pm, meds in hand, crusty dried baby boogers all over my shirt, exhausted little A crumpled against my shoulder. He'd never looked so relieved to be put into PJs and left alone in his crib. He clutched his blankie and his teddy bear, smushed himself into a corner, and conked out. Blessedly, he's on hour 3 without a peep, so I'm hopeful the meds are already kicking in and giving him some much needed relief.
Phew. That was all very therapeutic to get off my chest.
Alas, there is positivity times two.
1) Mister and I both scored the coveted H1N1 vaccine at very long last. I tried to not let my anxiety get the best of me, but A being without the vaccine made me pretty panicky. There was some debate at my OB's office about whether I needed the vaccine, since I "most likely" already had H1N1 and if I did, Bumblebee and I would have protection. However, I was a little uncomfortable leaving Bumblebee "most likely" protected when she's born in a hospital during flu season, and felt I'd rather be over-vaccinated than under. Thankfully A's pedi wholeheartedly agreed and was eager to stab me with the goods, then stab A, who was so hysterical he hardly even noticed said stabbing.
2) I got my new (to me) mommy-mobile! I'd traded my beloved big SUV for a smaller SUV just before A came along. Had I realized we'd lose our minds and have another child in less than a year and a half, I doubt I'd have made that trade. So after a couple months of J searching high and low for a just-right big girl car for mama, he found one he approved of and brought it home to me tonight. And I loooooove it. There's room for like two MORE babies in there! Juuuuuuust kidding. No- I mean it. KIDDING. After the day we had, I'm thinking a tube tying might be on order come February 12.
Good night, sleep tight, send your 'get better soon, A' prayers.