Today we f&%ed up royally in the parenting game.
When I got home from work, baby girl engulfed me in a huge hug and flurry of kisses, before going on to explain that when she swallowed, it felt a bit sore… it tickled her a bit.
Having heard her cough a little last night, I thought she might be a little run down. Nothing major.
Even so, when Hubbie came home from work, together we asked her if she was okay to head out, or if she wanted to stay home and chill. Not only was it a Saturday afternoon, but it was the beginning of our holidays together, and we had been wanting to check out this Boho Luxe festival at Carlton… because, going BOHO.
She was first this way, and then that… before finally deciding “let’s go.”
I wiped her nose in the car as we drove the hour there, and then she fell asleep.
I gave her some snacks upon arrival. She was good. We walked around the market – it was not so good. Sure they had things like homewares and jewellery and tents and caravans, and clothes, ALL the clothes –
Wait. Hold up.
They had kids clothes, yes some gorgeous stalls. They had women’s clothes aplenty.
But the main reason we had come, after Hubbie had been busting me for weeks about it…
The men’s clothing?
A couple of shirts here, and a small rack down one end that looked like second-hand wear… that’s it. How you could promote and create a Boho Festival, say that Byron Bay is coming down to Melbourne, and then NOT have men’s clothing, is beyond me. Ridiculous. Very, very disappointing.
But we had driven all that way, and baby girl was whining, so we headed towards the food trucks to get her some chips. But nope, that would also NOT DO.
Fine. Did she want a happy meal on the way home? (see we were horribly failing the parenting game even before the peak nightmare moment of the night).
Yes, she did. She was tired and dragging her feet, and we thought best we don’t push it, so we left for home… another hour drive.
Into Maccas we went, to be met with a 20 minute wait at the drive-through. Why we didn’t walk in and order was beyond me… oh that’s right, we were crabby from having driven into the Boho Luxe festival for nothing, and just couldn’t be stuffed.
It only got worse at home, when she then wouldn’t eat the happy meal, she just nibbled at some bread… and when I felt her head, she was hot… and then guess what?
The digital thermometer wasn’t working, and the kids Panadol meant to reduce the fever (that I wasn’t even sure of since I couldn’t get a reading, but a mothers touch just knows) was out of date, from November 2017.
Sigh. What else could go wrong?
Lots apparently. I sent Hubbie off on a wild goose chase, where he went to the supermarket to find they had no kids Panadol. No nearby chemists were open at that time either. While he was out and baby girl was lying on the floor complaining of being cold and watching Nick Jr, I called the ‘Nurse on Call’ and got some numbers of ‘kind of’ nearby places that were open then.
And off again Hubbie went. But by the time he got home, it was very late, and now baby girl was beyond reasoning.
She would not have the Panadol.
She was crying, and crying. Absolutely impossible. I tried to tell her that she was too hot, and that if she didn’t have the sugary sweet liquid, she’d have to go to a doctor. Nope she didn’t want that… or the Panadol. Sigh.
And when I went to check her temperature under her arm, she was so freaked out by the pointy shaped thermometer, thinking it to be a needle, that she pressed herself against her bedhead as I brought it near. I somehow convinced her it was ALL OK, and came back with a reading of 37.6 celcius. Not quite too high, but getting there. And after much tears, I got her to drink some of her Panadol…
the sticky and sweet liquid went down her throat… she wretched…
a little bit of the liquid bubbled up from her throat and out of her mouth…
she gagged again…
“No, no, have some water, you’ll be okay…”
She vomited, all down to the floor, somehow missing herself but getting my pjs and a whole leg covered in the gunk.
Oh man. Could this day get any worse?
After cleaning her up, we left everything as it was, and she fell asleep.
So what the hell am I grateful for here?
Our stupid trip to the massively disappointing Boho Luxe festival made our sweet little girl even worse as she exhausted herself walking, and by not eating anything fell into an even deeper spell of fever.
We felt horrible. We still do.
But even so, through the frustration and phone calls, the running here and there for Panadol, the “get me more paper towels!” and getting cranky with one another, we came together for the most important cause, and somehow got to the end of it all.
For one day anyway.
It’s called Parenthood, it’s called survival, and it’s what all parents experience at one time or another, the true test of a relationship – kids.
If you can practice teamwork through kids, bohos and vomit, and get through – you’re doing well.