three tens and a two....an eventful birthday!

So July 2nd was just another birthday. I woke up already feeling older. I had promised Landon that we would go to the donut shop for a birthday donut and so the three of us rolled straight out of bed and over there for some yummy fried dough. I offered Jenna a donut hole -that she promptly spit out at me. I should have known right then that something was wrong, but instead I pretended that my baby was just a healthy eater and didn't want anything to do with that processed lard ball. I know, I know. But it was my birthday and I wanted to pretend. (Uggg- Note to self: at 32, you can't get away with a public outing sans make-up.)
Her eyes look sad and sick here - looking at it now.

After donuts, Jenna and I scooted to Gymboree, per our usual Thursday morning routine.


She looks surprisingly SHORT here!

Mom had offered to take me to a birthday lunch at PF Changs and as soon as we sat down, she noticed that Jenna looked really tired. Now, she's always a little worn out from her hefty Gymboree work-out...but the baby literally looked like she was going to fall asleep right then and there in the high-chair. We put her in the stroller and she dozed while we shopped. We both realized she was really sick at about 2:00. She had a fever and had those sick "fever-eyes" that kids get. Jenna has been so healthy - I didn't want to completely overreact. Gave her tylenol and called the pedi - who told me to call them if the fever didn't break after a cycle of tylenol and motrin.
Well, it was in the Anthropology dressing room, at about 5 PM, that I realized the fever wasn't going anywhere and she had started that awful, labored "fever-breathing". Called the pediatrician back and SURPRISE!-they are closed for the rest of the week for the holiday!
SO, my 32nd birthday ended with Grandma, Mom and Baby Girl in the emergency room. Jenna was dx'd with a virus that gave her little sores all over the back of her mouth/throat. We just had to go home and tough out the next AWFUL 24 hours. She had a constant fever and couldn't even swallow her drool, much less eat. So she just cried. and cried. and cried. Breaking all of our hearts.
She finally enjoyed some popsicles Friday (while I enjoyed some delicious Black Russian birthday cake) and woke up Saturday morning, happy and hungry and ready to celebrate the 4th!







So I switched some things around. It's MY birthday!