The Weekend I Didn't Watch the Avengers
So my friends, the ones whose wedding I was maid of honor for (with the monster of bridesmaid dress) had a baby on April 28 (and if my dates are wrong I will come back in and edit). Baby Jackson Isaac Matthew (who I will be calling JIM for the rest of this post) had to go in NICU (Natal Intensive Care Unit) thanks to elevated T-cell count. Suzanne (JIM's mom) was discharged at five minutes to midnight April 30. That was actually the first day I got to talk to her while she was still in the hospital.
JIM's due date was May 15 and even though he's full-term, he could have cooked for three more weeks. He was a little over 5 pounds at birth. But since his due date was May 15, we had made plans for me to go their house, help them with baby prep clean-up, and go to Avengers. As of May 3, JIM was still in the hospital so we would keep those plans. I left my job Friday afternoon and went to Lafayette.
The first derailment hits after I'm in Target in Lafayette buying contact lens solution. JIM has improved so much the hospital is ready to have the parents room-in and take a infant CPR course and prove that they can take care of him. So Eric (JIM's dad) and Suzanne do that Friday night and I go to bed much earlier than I ever have sleeping over at their house. :p
Saturday morning: I wake up and tackle turning the storage room I'm sleeping in into the guest bedroom that they want. By the time I reached the limit of what I can do and am more than ready to channel my inner Nicey Nash from Clean House on both of them, Eric brings me Diet Dr. Pepper and takes me out to lunch. We map out the cleaning strategy: stop at Big Lots for items it has become clear are needed for house; go through the stuff stored in the shed for trash, donate, and keep; go through the stuff stored in the room for same thing; make a donation run; see Avengers tomorrow.
Suzanne still at the hospital with JIM wants take out. Taking her the take-out eats up nearly 2 hours (I wish I had timed it better, I thought it would be an in-out drop off.). Eric and I get back to the house and have two boxes pulled out of the shed when we get the news the hospital wants to discharge JIM.
"They couldn't have told us this when we were stuck there earlier?" Stop cleaning the shed, go to hospital, discharge slams into shift change for the NICU. I watched four episodes of Disney Channel sitcoms before we got out with JIM. New plans (no, at this point we still haven't learned not to use the p-word): order pizza for supper, work on shed under lights, then move into bedroom. Avengers next weekend. Then Eric's parents fix supper so we don't have to wait on pizza and we decide cleaning off my bed again is more important than the shed.
During supper I realize what's wrong with coming next weekend. "I can't, it's Mother's Day and my mom will KILL me."
Eric blinks, then points to his wife across the table. "That's why you spit him out early!"
After supper and while Eric is going through paperwork I found all over the guest room and filed into one box to go through, Suzanne wanted me to switch shows and become Stacy London from What Not To Wear and help her clean out her closet. I see issues in the closet that makes me realize I need a Matt to fix things and I don't have one.
Closet and the rest of their bedroom storage issues are put off for another weekend, and I do promise that I will come back. I finally crawl into bed at midnight. Wake up Sunday morning around 7am to find out that parents and JIM haven't slept at all. JIM has to go back to the hospital for lab work. Eric's father has to go to the airport for a flight. The shopping list has grown again and the donation pile is big enough to go. Suzanne and JIM are put to bed and Eric and I tackle the shed. We actually finished the shed before lunch!
The after lunch plan was for Eric's mother to take Eric's dad to airport, then Suzanne and JIM to the lab; leaving me and Eric free to give away the donate pile, go to Wal-Mart, and tackle next cleaning project. Then Suzanne's parents arrived. Eric's dad did make it to the airport on time, but nearly right after they left the visitation from the church official started (I can't remember his name, sorry). Eric's friend Nick came in between the two, but we never got a chance to start a new project that he could help with.
At 5pm, I left to go home. I made it home in time to watch most of Once Upon a Time. And that is why I haven't seen the Avengers yet.
JIM's due date was May 15 and even though he's full-term, he could have cooked for three more weeks. He was a little over 5 pounds at birth. But since his due date was May 15, we had made plans for me to go their house, help them with baby prep clean-up, and go to Avengers. As of May 3, JIM was still in the hospital so we would keep those plans. I left my job Friday afternoon and went to Lafayette.
The first derailment hits after I'm in Target in Lafayette buying contact lens solution. JIM has improved so much the hospital is ready to have the parents room-in and take a infant CPR course and prove that they can take care of him. So Eric (JIM's dad) and Suzanne do that Friday night and I go to bed much earlier than I ever have sleeping over at their house. :p
Saturday morning: I wake up and tackle turning the storage room I'm sleeping in into the guest bedroom that they want. By the time I reached the limit of what I can do and am more than ready to channel my inner Nicey Nash from Clean House on both of them, Eric brings me Diet Dr. Pepper and takes me out to lunch. We map out the cleaning strategy: stop at Big Lots for items it has become clear are needed for house; go through the stuff stored in the shed for trash, donate, and keep; go through the stuff stored in the room for same thing; make a donation run; see Avengers tomorrow.
Suzanne still at the hospital with JIM wants take out. Taking her the take-out eats up nearly 2 hours (I wish I had timed it better, I thought it would be an in-out drop off.). Eric and I get back to the house and have two boxes pulled out of the shed when we get the news the hospital wants to discharge JIM.
"They couldn't have told us this when we were stuck there earlier?" Stop cleaning the shed, go to hospital, discharge slams into shift change for the NICU. I watched four episodes of Disney Channel sitcoms before we got out with JIM. New plans (no, at this point we still haven't learned not to use the p-word): order pizza for supper, work on shed under lights, then move into bedroom. Avengers next weekend. Then Eric's parents fix supper so we don't have to wait on pizza and we decide cleaning off my bed again is more important than the shed.
During supper I realize what's wrong with coming next weekend. "I can't, it's Mother's Day and my mom will KILL me."
Eric blinks, then points to his wife across the table. "That's why you spit him out early!"
After supper and while Eric is going through paperwork I found all over the guest room and filed into one box to go through, Suzanne wanted me to switch shows and become Stacy London from What Not To Wear and help her clean out her closet. I see issues in the closet that makes me realize I need a Matt to fix things and I don't have one.
Closet and the rest of their bedroom storage issues are put off for another weekend, and I do promise that I will come back. I finally crawl into bed at midnight. Wake up Sunday morning around 7am to find out that parents and JIM haven't slept at all. JIM has to go back to the hospital for lab work. Eric's father has to go to the airport for a flight. The shopping list has grown again and the donation pile is big enough to go. Suzanne and JIM are put to bed and Eric and I tackle the shed. We actually finished the shed before lunch!
The after lunch plan was for Eric's mother to take Eric's dad to airport, then Suzanne and JIM to the lab; leaving me and Eric free to give away the donate pile, go to Wal-Mart, and tackle next cleaning project. Then Suzanne's parents arrived. Eric's dad did make it to the airport on time, but nearly right after they left the visitation from the church official started (I can't remember his name, sorry). Eric's friend Nick came in between the two, but we never got a chance to start a new project that he could help with.
At 5pm, I left to go home. I made it home in time to watch most of Once Upon a Time. And that is why I haven't seen the Avengers yet.