August 5
DIARRHEA, PUKE AND A FIRST BIRTHDAY
I started the day with a rather explosive situation, and then progressively began feeling not so great throughout the day. By the time I came home, I was done for, with full-body aches and a fever. Michael and I had decided not to go all out for Rosemary’s first birthday, but then felt bad as the day arrived, so he went to the store to get pizza and some sweet treat for her. While he was gone (for an hour or so) we laid on the bed and she climbed around on me, we watched cat and dog videos on Youtube, and I just generally did minimalist parenting. Despite my exhaustion and achiness, I came down for dinner. The pizza was from Pizza Hut. Rosemary was eating a chip when she got choked and then proceeded to throw up on me. Then she got fussy and wanted to walk around, and threw a tantrum when she couldn’t. Michael took her up for a bath and I shed some tears at the table by myself. I think I cried because a) I was feeling like absolute crap, b) I was emotional about my little girl’s day of birth, c) I felt bad because Michael went through a lot of trouble to get dinner and a treat, and d) I was exhausted. Or maybe I just needed to cry. Regardless, the “celebration” was over and off to bed we went. No happy birthday song, no treat smeared across her face, no photos taken of the event. And I’m actually fine with it. The first birthday seems a rather personal and intimate event to me anyway, for adults. I know if we were in Oregon still we would have had a gathering, but the timing and working and non-ease of shopping all made the case for not.
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