Of all the things I have done as a mother, I have never needed to fully give up and ENTIRE night of sleep.  But here is the thing with kids, you never know what you will be required to give up.

Last night Zane was NOT tired.  I couldn’t blame him because he took a nap until around 5:00pm.  When we finally put him to bed around 10, he continued to get out of bed so I locked (and taped) his door.  I finally wrapped things up and headed to bed at 12:00am ish.  As I was laying in bed trying to shut off my brain, I remembered that I had locked (and taped) Zane’s door.  Dang, I thought.  I have to get up and go unlock it because if he gets up in the middle of the night and needs me he will be in a panic if he can’t get out.  I was debating how much energy I had to get my booty out of bed and I didn’t act quick enough… within 15 minutes I heard some banging and screaming and crying.  It is times like this when you could NEVER feel worse as a mother.  I felt so bad.  I ran to his room and opened the door and picked him up.  He was so upset and through his inability to talk due to hyperventilation, tried to explain to me that he was being quiet.  In other words, MOM, I have been awake and laying quietly in my bed and you locked me in.  He kept saying I want to get out of my room.  His trick worked, I felt HORRIBLE.  Anyhow, I realized that he was feeling a little warm and asked him how he was feeling.  He told me that his belly hurt.  I thought that maybe he was copying Zoe from the hiking episode but he was truly in pain.  He had a low fever so I gave him Tylenol.  He wouldn’t let me touch him, rub his back, give him a drink, etc.  I brought him to bed with me to make sure he was ok and I started to get more worried.  His body was shaking, he couldn’t lay still and he moaned and whimpered every couple of minutes.  By now, it was around 1:30 and I took him back to his room and told him that I would lay down with him.  His breathing was WEIRD, his body continued to shake and his fever was getting worse.  I finally woke Tim up and asked what we should do.  Zane was completely out of sorts and wouldn’t let me do anything to help him-  AND, we didn’t have a thermometer so I couldn’t confirm my temperature scare.  Tim went to Walgreen’s to get a thermometer and I tried to get him in a bath or take him outside to cool his body.  I felt like there would be flames any minute.  : )

Tim returned with the thermometer and Zane was SCREAMING, refusing to get in the bath or go outside.  I was anxious to see his temp.  Tim got it out of the package and IT DIDN’T WORK.  By this point, I thought I needed to get him help so I didn’t want to wait for a dang thermometer, I knew he was on fire.  I packed him up and headed to the Gilbert Hospital.  We arrived at 2:30am, they took him right in, his temp was almost 105 (and that was after being on Tylenol for over an hour) his heart was racing and he was scared, I was scared.  We got a little room, they gave him an IV, gave him Motrin and Morphine.  That Morphine worked immediately-he calmed down and we were able to do more tests.  We did a CAT scan, an X-Ray, blood work, urine sample, throat culture, and all that they could see was infiltrates on his lungs and a bunch of poop backed up in his system so maybe it was making him sick.  They were first concerned about an appendicitis.

We were there from 2:30 until 8:30am.  He was awake the whole time until around 7:30am and finally dozed off.  I thought Morphine could get him to sleep.  When it hit him, his eyes got heavy and he calmed immediately.  I naturally thought the next action would be SLEEP.  He actually talked and talked and talked and talked.  He kept saying in his pathetic, sad, and sick voice, ‘”Mommy, you lay next to me.”  and then a few moments later, “Mommy, I love you.”  The nurses were all in love with him because he would repeat what they said to him and it seemed so funny.  I was so tired.  I didn’t know what to do with myself.  I had not slept-I am no good without sleep.  I rested my eyes when Zane fell asleep but he had cartoons playing and it was the last thing I needed quiet before I could completely be in my dreamland.

I drove up to my house at 8:49am-I called Tim in advance and asked him for lots of help.  I was supposed to be taking pictures at 9:00am.  I needed him to come outside, get Zane who was asleep in the car, transport him to his bed and stay with the kids since playgroup was out of the question.  I ran inside, did my 7 minute get ready showdown (gosh, that is a need that comes often in my life) picked up all my camera gear and ran back out and was about 3 minutes late.  I returned home at 11:00am and couldn’t stop there-I was in charge of the co-op from 12-3pm.  After co-op was over, the kids and I watched Annie on the couch downstairs and all of us fell asleep.  So, it is now 8:30pm and I am READY FOR BED!!!!!  What a day… 

By the way-THIS morning started with the hike (which maybe you already read about) and I forgot to mention that after the hike I was meeting some friends at Claim Jumper for lunch.  So, to make a long story long…

attempt to hike, lunch with friends, enrichment meeting to tie up loose ends, up all night with Zane, pictures, co-op, Annie, a nap, clean up the pee accident on from the nap on the couch, macaroni and cheese, Golden Spoon, and now some ZZZZZ’s

ahhh [that is a big long sigh]

It was a full day (excuse me… 2 days) for SURE!