I wondered what I would write about this morning. I never in a million years thought I'd be writing this post.
Andrew was having trouble sleeping. Hubby was pissed he was keeping him from sleeping, so around 1, he brought Andrew into bed with us. I hate - HATE - when he does that. "Don't do it," I told him. "It's just going to keep all 3 of us up all night." Usually if we let him cry for a little while, he goes back to sleep.
Hubby ignored me. And for the next 2 hours, Andrew rolled around the bed, climbed all over both of us. That was nothing unusual.
It's hard to describe what happened next. But in the ultimate difference between men and women: I thought Andrew could be having seizures. Hubby thought he was having a fucking sex dream. HE'S FIFTEEN FREAKING MONTHS OLD. He was NOT having a sex dream.
So I throw on my clothes and we load Andrew into the car. We live 20 minutes from the hospital. I made it down there in less than 10 minutes. The whole way down, I'm freaking out and wondering what the hell I'd say to a cop if he stopped me.
I pull into the hospital and go to park in the lot next to the emergency room. As soon as I pull into the hospital, a damn cop comes up behind me with his lights flashing. I saw it happening and thought, there is no freaking way I'm getting pulled over. I'm imagining all of this. It's all a bad dream.
"License, registration and proof of insurance please."
I think I said something along the lines of, "Yeah. Okay. But let me get my son inside the ER first please." The flashlight goes from blinding my eyes to the backseat where Andrew is staring bug eyed at the cop. He starts questioning me on what's wrong with my little guy as I get increasingly more hysterical. Finally the genius says, "So it's like a real medical emergency? And that's why you were hurrying?"
I fought the urge to blurt out "No asshole! I thought it was a nice night to load my baby into the car and cruise around Freehold at 3:30 in the fucking morning." Instead, I managed to get out "Absolutely. Can we please go inside now?"
Long story short...no ticket and we took a trip to the ER for what amounted to pink eye and an excuse for Andrew to flirt with all the pretty nurses and doctors.
And now here I am at 4:15, wide awake from this little field trip. The alarm clock is going to go off in an hour and I'm going to be a freaking zombie all day.
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I am so sorry you went through that, but glad Andrew is okay. Shawn let Brennan start sleeping with us a few months ago. It was the one thing I said I would never do as a parent. I don't like it, but at least I get to sleep more than a couple hours at a time.
Oh honey, I'm sorry you had to go through that! Hopefully you and the hubs don't get the "pink" too! I hope you are drinking lots of coffee today!
Glad the little guy is ok. Glad the cop let you go. Call hubby tell him to pick up take-out and both you and Andrew get some rest.
P.S. My ex thought our dog who had been poisoned was having sex dreams. You know men it's the 3 "s" es. Sex, shit, and snot. That is their answer for everything.
Oh, you poor thing. I'm glad Andrew is ok though. You can catch up on some sleep tonight, hopefully. Tell Hubby he needs to get his head looked at!
There is always some humor in a bad situation. The way you were so sarcastic had me Rolling! I'm sorry for being amused, but I know exactly the kind of situation where everything goes wrong. I am glad your son is OK! Never enough rest for the working Mom!
Oh my gosh, but better safe than sorry! I'm so glad it was nothing but pinkeye. I hope you make it through the day without being too zombie-like.
He got to flirt with nurses? So it was a sex dream then.
At least he's ok. And at least your ER can diagnose things without having to Google them first. BUT, you deserve some serious sleep. And the sex dream? Seriously, what are men thinking? (Though I did laugh out loud when I read that.)
All of us that have kids, understand your pain. I hope your day got better...get some rest...xoxoxoxo
Rach: Thanks. So is Brennan not sleeping through the night either?
Jen: Hubby has it too. Hopefully I escape this one unscathed. I had Andrew's cold for 3 weeks. I could very happy sit the pink eye out!
Gladys: HA! I love the 3 Ss
Ms S: I'll have to settle for being happy that hubby went to the doctor to get his eyes looked at. His head will be a fight for another day :)
otin: it's okay. i'm glad i could present this in a way that was somewhat humorous. i usually tone my sarcasm down here, but i was on a tear when i wrote that.
blueviolet: i'm doing amazingly well for only 1 hour of sleep. Sad that i've gotten through my day (it's 11:30 now) on that little sleep and i'm functioning better than days where i get a full 7
captain: very nice. my son flirts with every girl, ages 8 days to 80 years. when he's not feeling well, he doesn't flirt. the flirting is our signal that he's not feeling as bad as we think.
frogs: i couldn't believe he said that either. if it wasn't so scary, i would have laughed too
ric: thanks. hoping to not be woken up by screaming baby again tonight. i'm so tired i don't think i can drag my ass upstairs though.
Oy. Not fun at all. :(
Did you find out what caused the "seizures"?
Oh, she sleeps through the night, as long as she is sleeping in our bed.
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