So I've had a busy few days. I can't wait to tell you all about it because you will laugh. All in this post. Let's start.
Our tradition is that on their birthday they get to open a present from us, they get to pick dinner, and we have a little at home celebration. Then I typically do a bigger party for family and friends that weekend.
His dinner that he chose was hotdogs, macaroni, spicy Doritos and orange soda. Completely random, but whatever. I see he had the exact same dinner for his 3rd birthday once I looked back at pictures. What a goofball.
Matt starts looking up urgent cares and I'm trying to figure out how much an ER visit would be and my card says at least 25% of the bill so I'm thinking that isn't going to happen. My best option was to visit an urgent care inside of a grocery store at 8am. Totally did that. I went to urgent care in a grocery store looking like death. Coincidentally, I was there with a bunch of other people all with the same thing. We get our swab and we all have strep. Except I have some super strain of strep since I was on day NINE. So the nice nurse gave me 3000 mg of amoxicillin a day for like ten days or something. It's a lot of pills, that's all I know. She gave me the go-ahead to continue with the party, which sucked because then I was getting a migraine.
I had to brave the Walmart pharmacy who is quite honestly, the slowest pharmacy ever. Who knew counting would be such a high level skill? Apparently, a high profile education is needed to be a pharmacy technician. I get home, take some pills, take a nap and only feel marginally human by the time the party came around. I don't know if you know what that kind of dosage of amoxicillin does to a person, but for me? Rampant diarrhea. I know you care to know that, but it's important to note because through the entire party? We had issues. Let's just say it was a good thing I had my period at the same time. If you know what I mean.
But, the Woody Buzz party must go on.
But god DAMN. My baby is four. I can't believe he is four already. I remember being pregnant with him at a really shitty time in my life wondering if I could even do this. I remember being so scared, stressed out, sad, tired, everything but happy. And when he was born? It was like the clouds literally parted over me and I knew it was all going to be OK, that I could do this, and no matter what happened between Matt and I that this little guy would see me through. It was such a different feeling than when I had Olivia that it made me realize how much post partum depression took from me with Olivia. Jackson was the best baby, he's the kindest little boy with such a sensitive little heart. He's a goofball, he's energetic, he loves everybody, and he tells me he's going to love me forever and it's OK if I love him forever too.
Happy Birthday little monkey- mama loves you to the moon and back.