All it ended up being was a really great lunch for my family and the guest of honor was home sick 2 hours away with the flu. Yup, it's official, birthday parties in our family are bad luck, I think we'll start calling them "anniversary" parties instead.
Poor baby woke up Saturday night with vomit all over herself and a burning fever. Danny bathed her as I wan around like a maniac throwing her blankets, pj's and teddy bear in the washing machine, disinfecting her mattress, getting her a new set of pj's, new diaper to get her back to bed. In the morning I broke the news to my dad (the party host) who was equally disappointed.
On rolled the day with my sick baby, and I was not feeling 100% either. I was experiencing a headache like no other. LIKE NO OTHER. I had no clue that's what migraines felt like, I went to the clinic where I was diagnosed. (I thought it was a sinus infection) I was given and prescription and back home. I took my medicine and literally showered in a pitch black bathroom. I just stood there in the dark in the hot shower. I wouldn't let Danny talk to me in any high then a whisper since that's the only sound I could stand. I was thisclose to crawling into my closet with a pillow and my furry blanket so I could sleep in pitch darkness. All the while my Superhero husband tended to our sick child.
Danny had to go to work the next day and I laid on the couch while Grace played on the floor next to me. I could not function. I called my dad and whispered into the phone asking if he could drive 2 hrs to help me with Grace (I couldn't call anyone around me because everyone has kids and I didn't want to get anyone sick she was probably still contagious). I then felt bad and called him back telling him nevermind, I would be fine.
Two hours of Grace sitting on the floor with a bowl of Cheerios and countless episodes of Bubble Guppies my doorbell rang. I was my dad with handfuls of birthday presents. The second I saw him I nearly fell to the floor in tears I couldn't believe he drove all this way to sit with Grace for a few hours. I get teary thinking about it now. He's my hero, forever and always a daddy's girl. He saved the day.
We did, however get a few photos of her having at her new gifts:
|"I have no pants on but I have a new rider toy"|
|"Daddy, will you help me get my toy out of the box?"|
|"oooh, I like this!"|
|Feelin' better today|
|Playing for her audience|
|"Mama, look! I have new friends to play with!"|
|"Ok everyone, the song goes like this: twinkle twinkle little star..."|
|a much happier baby today :)|
|"this is my new doll, she has two teef, like me"|