After the two-hour drive (during which both kids were awake the entire time) we arrived at Heather and John’s tired but happy to get out of the car. I wanted to give Ava a bottle and asked Dan where the paper bag was. “What paper bag?” he said. Um, the one with all the important stuff, like bottles, diapers, medications. That paper bag. It wasn’t in the house. It wasn’t in the car. It was in Sacramento.
My uncle was there and he is a physician’s assistant so he tried in vain to find a pharmacy that was open and that would make Drew’s very complicated compound. No such luck. So Heather and I drove back to Sacramento, picked up the bag that was sitting in the laundry room thisclose to the car, and then drove back to Oakland. We got back around 11:30 pm. We were both exhausted! I tried really hard to stay positive and not get super irritated, but I couldn’t help thinking, if Drew wasn’t sick, if we were any other family, we could have just gone to the store to buy diapers and bottles. Argh. It all worked out in the end though. Four hours, $30 of gas and two exhausted cousins later Drew had his medicine and we were able to enjoy the awesome BBQ on Monday.
This morning has been interesting as well. Both kids woke up early despite our best efforts to get them back to bed. Drew climbed into our bed and accidentally hit my head with his (I was half-asleep). It hurt so bad I actually started crying and I have a bump on my brow bone. Ava has been so cranky and crying for no reason that we can tell. She went down for her morning nap over an hour early. It seems like it’s going to be one of those days, so I’ve been praying Philippians 4:13 (“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”) like its my mantra.
Here is a cute picture of Drew and his Daddy at the BBQ