No Room for Self Pity.

On Saturday, "Mary Kate" spiked a fever. Husband called me in Atlanta and wanted to know what to do, it was almost 104. I told him Motrin and let her rest, check her about an hour later and see if it had come down. Normally we wouldn't freak out about a fever, but since her surgery, we were instructed that anything over 101 that was not relieved by meds was a reason to call. The fever wasn't relieved, so after multiple phone calls, the Pediatric Urologist on call told him she needed to come to the ER - fever continued to go up and she was eventually admitted.

We spent 4 nights at Children's hospital. We did shifts to make sure one of us was still able to be at home with the Munchkin and "Ashley" and to be able to get a good nights rest in between the sleepless shifts you got while staying with "Mary Kate."

The first couple of days were tough because we had no answers, they were asking questions about us traveling out of the country and if our family was prone to staph infections. Her fever stayed high and we were starting to freak out. After a 48 hour urine culture they diagnosed her with a UTI - which is a rare, short term complication from the surgery that she had 2 1/2 weeks prior. Once they figured it out, they got her on the right antibiotics and on the road to recovery.

I couldn't help but sit there, in that dreary little room and think... Why us? Why her? She doesn't deserve to go through anymore of these complications. She was dealt a tougher hand than a lot of kids from birth, conception really if you want to go back that far and add in the whole mono-mono twin thing.

Being in that room late at night, longing to be in the comforts of your own home, longing to have your family under one roof again can really start to bring you down. Then, you walk out of that room and you see a child, maybe 8 years old, bald, and pushing his IV stand down the hall where he walks so feebly. Just look around that place and in the blink of an eye you will see more than a handful of children and families that have it way worse than a UTI.

There's nothing like a dose of reality to keep you in check and make you so thankful for what you have. The good, the bad and the ugly, I will take the hand that is given to me and I will do what I can to help those that aren't as fortunate as we are.

Wordless Wednesday - OMP!!

Twilight in Hotlanta.

This past weekend was one that the girls and I had been planning for months on end. We left Birmingham Friday afternoon in a mad dash because we found out that Peter Facinelli would actually be there late in the day. We hauled ass through Atlanta traffic in rush hour with only one minor traffic scare that resulted in me grabbing Mommapeas' boob. This is how we knew it was going to be a great weekend.

We pulled into the hotel on 2 wheels and took off inside to get in line to meet PFach. We did not check in, we did not unload the car, we did not pass go - we had a one track mind.

As the line grew shorter and we got closer to the awesomeness that is PFach, we started getting nervous and RandomMommy decided she wanted us to all be in her picture, meanwhile Mommapeas was curled in the fetal position in the corner at the mere thought of being in the same room - let me just say, he does not disappoint. He is even better looking in person and his smile and eyes are amazing. He smells good and was soft and warm. He definietly was not afraid to get up close and personal with his fans. Me Likey!

We went out to dinner Friday night to place right next to the hotel - the only thing really good was the company, conversation and margaritas.

After that we hit an Irish Pub with a roof top bar. Met up with some other friends and had a great time drinking, dancing and being judgemental... Hey, if you wear a cow hat to a bar prepare to be judged.

Saturday morning we checked into a different hotel with an outdoor pool - all we wanted to do was lay out relax and get our drink on, and that we did. There was a chef there cooking lunch poolside, a bartender making and bringing us drinks. When we got ready to head out for the evening our driver was waiting to take us anywhere we wanted go.

Unfortunatley this is where our trip had to end - Husband called to tell me that "Mary Kate" was sick, and after multiple phone calls back and forth between us and the Dr's, they wanted her in the ER, that sent us summoning our driver to pick us up, packing up and heading home one night early. Nothing is more important than caring for the sick babies, not even a night out with the ladies or Twilight.

Luckily the hotel was easy on us and we were actually refunded and upgraded for a future stay.. I smell a road trip!

We didn't get to meet Kellen or Ashley since we were planning to do that on Sunday, but all in all I can't complain. To end up a short trip, it was packed full of fun and there are no other people in this world that I would have wanted to spend that time with.

Pictures coming soon!

Um... No?

Bikini Jeans... I'm not sure I have anything to say here. Maybe in RandomMommy fashion I will just give a What the Deuce?

The Pool. I Miss It.

Up until last week we were hitting the pool a couple of times a week. My Mom is out of town and since "Mary Kate" had her surgery, I haven't felt right about leaving her or Ashley with anyone.

I would love nothing more than to pack them all up and go, but when we tried that a couple of weeks a go it was a complete disaster. Random Mommy bore witness to this fiasco and if it weren't for her, I might have one less child.

We got there, slathered everyone is copious amounts of sunscreen. Blew up the arm floaties, put on hats and thought it would be a good idea to start in the kiddie pool where they could stand along the edge, since they weren't really walking.

Bad idea.

They didn't want to stand, they wanted to move, only, did I mention that they couldn't walk at the time? They would turn around and instead of standing, they would just go face first into the water. They were such slippery little suckers from the sunscreen that when I would try to grab them, their little arms would slip right through my hands, and they would go face first back into the water.

After what felt like 8 hours of trying to figure out a way to make something work (we even tried the double float) they were so traumatized that we decided to take them out and put them back in the wagon for some snacks and try to re-set their memory.

After the break we headed over to the big pool, which thrilled the Munchkin who was growing bored of the 1ft deep baby pool. We put the twins in the zero entry part and after much coaxing they finally sat and splashed a bit - then we weren't totally miserable, until some kid, (not any of ours) shit in the pool and we had to pack everything up and head home.

All in all, it was a lesson learned. Twins + a Munchkin + a pool = Not again this summer.

"Mary Kate" eyeing the enemy..... The Baby Pool.

"Ashley" eyeing the other enemy.... Me!

Girl! You Got a Bucket on Your Head....

Not only can she walk now, "Ashley" has mastered the art of walking with a bucket on her head.... My girls are nothing if not talented...

Hush Yo' Mouth!

As you have read before I have been Craigslisting everything I can get my hands on around here in an attempt to de-clutter. I finally got around to selling off one of our baby swings and the Munchkin was none to pleased about my decision....

Munchkin: Mommy, why is that swing sitting here?

Because I'm going to sell it.

Munchkin: Why?

Because we don't need it anymore, I'm selling it to Ms J, she is having a baby and needs a swing.

Munchkin: I don't want you to sell the swing!

Why not?

Munchkin: if you sell the swing, what will our baby brother swing in?

Err.... What baby brother?

Munchkin: MY baby brother, the one that you are going to take out of your tummy when you go to the hospital.

Well honey, I'm not sure if we will be bringing anymore babies home, besides we don't have room for anymore babies in this house. We are out of bedrooms.

Munchkin: Well I think he can share my room. So tell Ms. J that we will need that swing back when we have our baby brother. She can use it until then.....

Way too logical to be 3... So hopeful and assuming that it's almost contagious.

Wordless Wednesday - Princess Treatment.