Oh What A Night...

Can I please just tell you about last night/this morning... Haven and I went to visit Aunt Rissa at her new apartment in Norman yesterday.  We did some fun shopping at Bed Bath Beyond, Hobby Lobby, and Target to pick up a few things for her new place.  It was a blast!  Love you Aunt Rissa!  After that, we headed to OKC for dinner with some friends- my Theta mom and her husband.  It was their first time meeting Haven (shocking!) and she did so great.  Saying hi, waving, and dancing for them.  She even let Shelley hold her without a whimper!  We ate at a fun burger place and it was delish.  Trying to keep Haven occupied, I let her have some french fries.  This will come into play later. 

We left dinner for Shelley's apartment to get Haven in her pjs, make a bottle, and get on the road.  She'd sleep the whole way home, I'd put her in bed, and it'd be great.  Turns out I had several missed calls from my mom and sister about bad weather.  After much radar-watching and phone conversations, I decided to try and avoid the softball size hail by riding it out in a hospital parking garage not far from Shelley's place.  Haven had some fun pretending to drive my car, but other than that it was a boring wait.  She took the bottle and didn't fall asleep and I knew happy Haven time was limited.  With the weather being so sketchy from OKC to Tulsa and another wave of hail on it's way, I got nervous to make the drive.  We ended up in a hotel room in Bricktown...pricey.

I didn't intend on staying the night so I have nothing.  I have enough formula for one more feeding and that's it.. nothing for the morning.  Shelley graciously bought me some and left it at the front desk.  I am low on diapers, but should be fine.  I did have a change of clothes for her, but nothing for me obviously.  She takes another bottle and goes right to sleep.  Enter Brittany, the high-maintenance sleeper.  If you have ever lived with me, traveled with me, or know me well... you know that I have intense night time requirements.  I sleep with a mask and a sound machine that plays rain to block the noise out.  I have used it since 7th grade and am completely addicted.  This failed to cross my mind in my decision to get a hotel.  Fail.  I use aquaphor on my lips every night too, didn't have that either.  Yet another fail.  So what do I do?  Put the air on fan in hopes that some noise will help.  It is still too quiet.  I lay in bed for almost 2 hours before deciding I need some sort of make-shift mask for my eyes.  I proceed to tie hand towels together and around my face at 1am.  Oh, if you could have seen me.  This surprisingly helps and I am able to fall asleep.

But I am only asleep until 2am when Haven wakes up coughing.  It is a wet cough, she sounds like she's trying to throw up, I sit her up, and she pukes (those fries!)... in the bed.  Thank goodness it is a king and we can strategically sleep around the puke.  Can you say fail again?  Sheesh.  She is so tired so she has no problem falling right back to sleep in my arms.  But in my groggy state I don't think to wipe her mouth so I now have puke on my only t-shirt.  She tosses and turns all night long, letting out random cries here and there.  Normally, my sound machine would block that out... if she even does that normally?  So I was awake pretty much all night.  My towels around my face were starting to be too bulky so I tried a pillowcase.  My head is slightly too large for this idea, but at least it was something on my eyes and tricked me into thinking it was a mask.  I think I may have gotten 1 solid hour, but the rest of the night I was repositioning her, holding her, and listening to the all too quietness of this hotel room.

Fast forward to 6:15am.  I don't feel good.  I smell puke.  Oh wait, it's on my shirt, that's why.  I make my way to the bathroom and puke... a lot.  What did I eat?  Are those fries the culprit for both of us or is it the burger?  Either way, I am hurling in the bathroom while my baby sleeps in a puke bed.  I think I'm done, go back to bed to do some more not-sleeping, and get up 15 minutes later for a whole nother round.  Delightful.  Oh, and I also have crazy chapped lips and cracked corners b/c of the lack of aquaphor.  Awesome.

I need food.  I go downstairs and get free breakfast and on the elevator ride up, Haven starts dry-heaving.  "Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it" is all I can say.  Thankfully she didn't and some nice people helped me get into my room with my breakfast without spilling it.  We get back to the room, Haven has some water, and pukes it write back up.  I talk to my mom and she says not to give her formula b/c she would just throw it back up anyway.  I need pedialyte.  I feel too sick to get in the car and go buy some.  So my sweet friend Bailey left work and brought me some.  Love her.  Turns out Haven is not a fan of that either, and would rather just watch Nickelodeon and go back to sleep.  I was completely fine with this, except I can't sleep when she is resting on me.  I just can't ever get comfortable and actually fall off.  I love the snuggles, but unfortunately can't sleep like that.  And at this point I am desperate for sleep.  My hubby and mother in law came and picked us up so that I wouldn't have to drive home in case either of us got sick again.  Thankfully that didn't happen and I was able to take a nap when we got home and get semi-back to normal.  Big thanks to my wonderful hubby and friends for coming to my rescue throughout this crazy night and morning.  From now on, I might just take my sleep mask and sound machine everywhere I go.  And a change of clothes.  And aquaphor.  Just in case.