not the birthday we'd planned

Today was a big day. Today, my little boy, whom we refer to here as the Little Dude, turned three. THREE! Three years old. I can hardly believe it. And we had big plans for fun and outings, and I'd hoped to fill this space tonight with pictures of the good times and sentimental musings about how quickly three years has passed by and what that all means. But you know what they say, the best laid plans...

I should have known things were not going to get better last night when the cold turned into a cough. And during the early hours of the morning the cough took on a distinctly barking sound. And at 6:30 a.m. Hubs called into work and told them he wouldn't be coming in today because he had to take his son to the emergency room at the hospital so that they could make a croup diagnosis and we could get some medication for it. 

Yep. Croup. Good times. So his big birthday outing was not to the farm/petting zoo with the wicked huge sandboxes and hourly tractor rides. No, instead he got to spend a couple of hours at the hospital, being asked to breath in and out while someone with a cold stethoscope listened gravely. Not fun.

But he is a trooper. We gave him his birthday present before he left, so he'd have something to play with - a playmobile loader complete with a little working man and a tiny shovel and broom. It was a big hit, and happily held his attention during all the waiting and diagnosing. And then Hubs, smart daddy that he is, stopped with him on the way home at an antique/hot rod car dealership place and they looked at and sat in old fashioned cars and souped up roadsters to his heart's content. 

And there were some more presents, and cake and sushi and visits to GranGran and Grandpapa's house. So it wasn't a complete bust. But it just wasn't what we'd planned. Though he did seem to enjoy himself, despite it all.

I on the other hand, was kind of bummed. Luckily, its not about me. But I would have liked to have been able to enjoy the day more, instead of just coping my way through it. Because I am exhausted. And I'm not using that word lightly. I am bone crushingly tired. And to prove it I've been nursing my signature exhaustion headache, which feels like someone is drilling a small but persistant hole right above my left eyebrow. So that's why you are not getting any pictures, or musings about the quickness of the passage of time in a small child's life, or any of that good stuff. Because I need to go to bed and put some sleep on this headache and pray that we all sleep well tonight. 

Hopefully there will be sleep. Peaceful, healing, unbroken sleep. And we'll all be happier and healthier tomorrow. And then I'll be back with pictures. In the meantime I'm thankful for our good country where I can get my child's health taken care of easily and cheaply and my little big boy, who is happy in the face of discomfort. Because no matter what happened, today, he turned three.  

Comments

[Marcia Van Drunen]

Just caught up on three posts (how DO you do it!?). And so sorry about the illness and the supreme tiredness involved in the last couple/three days. :(
Yet, a hearty and heart-felt Happy Birthday! to your wee boy :) Oh, and the fishing game is pure genius. May you all sleep well, the sleep of healing and peace. Love and hugs, M

[hannah]

I wish you precious precious sleep. Happy birthday LD, be better soon. Much much sleep. (Fishing game, genius. I concur.) Now sleep.