Thursday, January 13, 2011

The Schwartz's vs Small Miracles


Sometimes it's the little things that make you realize how much Heavenly Father loves you.  This is one of those times.  (Imagine that with the Law and Order voice followed by the gavel thingy--dun dun.)

It was a normal Thursday morning.  Sarah and I played for a while then I fed her breakfast.  She had about 1/4 maybe 1/3 cup of Maple and Brown Sugar flavored oatmeal.  (Can you smell it?  Good, remember that, it's important later in the story.)  And then continued to act like she was ravenous.  So I thought, you know today's a good day to try eggs.  The little mailer thing gerber sends out recommends 1/4 cup of oatmeal and 1/2 a scrambled egg for breakfast.  Eggs are good for protein.  We shied away from them after a trip to Cracker Barrel where her face broke out.  Of course we were feeding her a lot of crap that morning (smoked sausage, eggs, hashbrown casserole with onions in it) so we didn't quite know what caused it.  Anyway, so I'm making her an egg, I get a little distracted and by the time I check again, it's too late to scramble and it's going to be an omelet.  So I do the only logical thing and slap a slice of cheese in it.  (Yum!)  Now the intent was to share the omelet with Sarah thereby giving her the 1/2 a scrambled egg serving that gerber recommends.  But the little heifer gobbled it up and by the time she was done what was left was cold and I didn't want it.  So I made my own.

While I'm cooking mine, I look over at her because she's coughing and her chin has red welts on it.  Crap!  Guess that means it's the eggs that do it to her.  But I don't freak out, she's had other things with eggs in it so I don't think she's really allergic, I guess she just can't handle straight up egg.  But she's coughing pretty bad and I worry a little so I give her a teeny tiny dose of children's benedryl.  (Avoid the lecture, don't bother telling me I shouldn't do that in the comment section.  I'll just delete it.)

She's good, we're playing then gym time rolls around.  I get her dressed, I get dressed.  She looks a little sleepy, no big deal she's still smiling and laughing.  We hop in the car and get to the gym.  I'm getting her out, she looks pretty tired and I think, you know I'll just tell the ladies if she's about to fall asleep come and get me and I'll take her home.

We are literally 6 inches from the car, I just pulled her out, and she starts puking up EVERYTHING she had for breakfast.  EVERYTHING!  Like exorcist pea soup style.  It shocked me so I jumped back and another wave of barf starts flying from her.  I had enough sense to stop her from hugging me and instead pointed her face toward the ground as a horrid torrent of maple smelling egg goo shot from my wonderful darling child.  Then she stepped in it.  Then she finally got her arms around me and sent the last bit down the back of my jacket.  I survey the situation.  She's covered in syrup smelling nast.  I'm covered in it.  I take her into the Y, tell them I'm not staying, she just got sick and take her to the bathroom where I clean her up, strip her down, take off my overcoat and pull off my fleece pullover and put it on her.  It was very cute in a pathetic looking way.  And we head home.

By the time we get home, she's giggling and wants to play.  I want to shower.  I laid her down for a while and grabbed a quick shower.  She didn't nap, instead she took that time to rearrange her crib.  So she's fine.  She's got her spunk back.  I guess the eggs didn't agree with her and so she expelled them with as much force as humanly possible.  But the Lord really knows me and loves me, because He had her wait until we were completely out of the car before she barfed.  I don't think I could have handled it if she had thrown up in the Saab.  I think I would have left it on the side of the road with the keys in the ignition for anyone to take and walked back home with the naked baby in my arms.  So like I said, thank goodness for the little miracles.

5 comments:

  1. I thought you were supposed to give them benedryl if they were having an allergic reaction. It's what I would have done. If I had benedryl. Which I don't. I should probably get me some of that, in a just-in-case kind of preparation.

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  2. You know, you should post warnings with some of your post. Some people (you know who I mean) can't handle such stories. Personally, I was laughing out loud.

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  3. Thank you for visiting my blog. Your little girl is just precious and I LOVE all that pink icing!!!

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  4. Good thing you didn't freak out! I'm glad she didn't barf in the car either. That would have been gross.....well I guess barf is gross regardless but you know what I'm saying.
    Let's have a game night soon!

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  5. What an adorable li'l lassie~!!

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