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This Mother’s Day was the worst I’ve ever had – but this shirt helped make it better.
We spent this past weekend in Seattle, celebrating Joe’s stepbrother’s wedding. By all accounts it was a fairytale weekend. The hotel was lovely, we were surrounded by family, and the weather cooperated for the big day – which in Seattle is a HUGE blessing in and of itself.
The day after the wedding was Sunday – Mother’s Day – and I woke up feeling a little off. I hadn’t had much to drink at the wedding, so I was a little confused as to why I felt so awful. Anyhow… I pushed through. We packed up our things, got the kids dressed, and headed downstairs to go to brunch with Joe’s whole family.
As we were saying our goodbyes in the hotel lobby, I started to feel faint. I’ve struggled with anemia ever since having David, so I figured it was just that. I sat down, had some water, and felt a little bit better. We went to brunch and I tried to eat my pancakes, but I still felt awful. By the time we got to the airport to head home, I knew something was wrong. I had the chills, I felt achey, and my head was pounding. No amount of water could help me.
We settled onto the plane. Joe took William, I took David, and all I can say is, thank God I was wearing this shirt – the one in the photos. I was able to just pull it down and David nursed pretty much the whole flight. David is a baby that HATES nursing covers – so putting him under a shirt or under a cover is guaranteed screaming. Accordingly, I have had to find tops that are easily pulled down, and this one in the photos is my absolute favorite. Even though I felt like hell, both kids were totally well behaved on the flight and we departed from the airport unscathed.
Shortly after we got home, I was laying in bed shivering, shaking, and unable to move with a 102 degree fever. I still needed to nurse David, so again, thank God for this shirt… I ended up sleeping in it. Joe tried to give me some crackers and water and I ended up vomiting everywhere. So there I was… Mother’s Day evening, sitting on my bathroom floor, puking on my own hair, and texting my boss I’d be unable to make it to work the next day.
The rest of the night was more of the same, but thankfully after a day of rest and lots of gatorade, I started to feel much better. That’s when I decided to write this post… when I looked down at my shirt and realized it was the same shirt I had put on the morning before. I am always one to try to see the silver lining in every situation – and all I could think was – Thank God for this shirt.
So a very Happy Belated Mother’s Day to all you mommas out there. To the Mommas who put on a happy face – even when they feel like hell. To the Mommas who would do anything on an airplane to keep their babies and the other passengers happy – and never think once about themselves. To the Mommas who plan every outfit around what is best for their kiddos – not what they’d actually like to wear. To the Mommas who wake up at all hours of the night to feed their babies – even though they’re sick. To the mommas who love so hard – they have no time left for themselves. To the mommas who always keep going – and never stop.
To you – mommas – I cheers you with my glass of diluted gatorade.
I’m right there with you.