Thursday, October 8, 2009

When it rains...




This week has been a blur. Seems too long, seems so short. Not sure which. Tuesday night The Husband and i met up with his best friend (my bandmate) and their friend, Drew. Drew happened to be in town to play a show at the Ford Center in Oklahoma City. Big venue. Biggest one here. He's in One Republic. Really nice guy, cool stories, 11 year vegetarian, down to earth. We talked about guitars and Colorado. Bandmate and Drew came back to hang out at our house. By the time they arrived, Husband had fallen asleep- after building a raging fire in the chimenea on the back porch. It's getting very cold here in Oklahoma. So i ended up hanging out on the back porch, which made the next day very sleepy. Not uncommon- our back porch has the ability to turn a quick cigarette and small talk into a long night of playing songs and telling stories and before you know it, it's 4am and you're counting the hours you have left to catch some sleep.

The next day, The Baby wasn't his usual playful self. He seemed tired and just wanted to lay on me and cuddle. He woke up from a nap and he was burning up. Babies should not radiant that amount of heat. I was worried. Took his temperature, it was 101. Took it again 5 minutes later, it was 102. I was very worried. Loaded him up in the car, called his pediatrician and got an answering service. Called a local nurse hotline, they said DO NOT take him to the ER because he was sure to get the flu. Turned the car around and went home. Got his fever down and a doc appointment later that day. I have never been that scared in my life. Turns out he picked up a virus, probably from chewing on everything. Glad to say, he is much better now, no fever, very playful. Today was dreary and looking out the window this morning, i assumed it was freezing outside. Silly me. It was 80something, cloudy, and humid as hell. ugh. The town started flooding late this afternoon. Still pouring.
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This is my sick baby, trying to muster the energy to play. Poor Baby.
All is well again. Or getting there at least.
I have much more to write but The Baby had a long night last night and i'm tired. And tired of all of the things i have to write about.
♥ jp

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