The Worst Feeling Ever

This past week has been packed full of all kinds of adventures so I haven't been able to keep up on posting so I think I'll start with last Friday. It had to have been one of my top 10 worst days and it all started with Porter being sick (throwing up) nearly all week so I was stranded at home and accomplishing nothing. But that morning the boys woke up early because of the garbage truck and the first thing I hear from Porter (he beat Campbell who then said "what's for breakfast?") is "Mason took off his poopy diaper." I trek up the stairs, with Campbell whining for breakfast behind me, to find that it's not just poop everywhere in Mason's crib, but throw up too. He must have thrown up sometime in the early morning because it was starting to crust. So, trying to control my gagging reflexes I strip down Mason because there is crusted puke around his collar and race him downstairs to the bathtub and ask Porter to make sure he stays in the tub. I finally manage to pick off all the huge chunks of regurgitated taco salad (dinner from the night before) from off the bedding and his clothes and start heading downstairs to the washer when I slip and fall the rest of the way down the stairs entangling myself in the pukey-poopy bedding and knocking the wind out of myself. I still have some nice bruises. Thoroughly disgusted and out of breath I gather everything back up and carefully, but urgently, tread down the basement stairs to put everything in the washer because Mason is screaming and trying to get out of the bathtub while Porter is pushing him back in and Campbell is sitting on the toilet yelling for me to wipe him. After wiping Campbell I wrestle Mason back into the water and scrub him from head to toe. Mason hated every second of it, screaming all the way. Of course there were no towels in the bathroom so as I leave to find one, Mason screams louder and slips while trying to get out of the bathtub. I finally get him out and am carrying him out to the living room when Campbell slaps me with a piece of toast wanting me to butter it.

Soon after all that I get a phone call from the lab with results from my blood test a few weeks ago. Nothing is wrong just that my blood came back as O+, but my records show my blood as being O- (which it is), that's what it has been my last three pregnancies. Anyway I had to go back in and have MORE blood drawn so that they can confirm what my blood type is. Idiots.

The next day we went to Silverwood (the largest amusement park in the Pacific Northwest, quite the accomplishment) with my family and LOST Mason. Yes, my adorable 1 1/2 year old. I've lost boys before, mostly Campbell in grocery stores, but I've always noticed right away that one has wandered off. Not this time. There was a good 10 or 15 min (I'd like to think it was only 10) that neither Andersen or I realized he was even gone.

We were trying to meet up with my sister and her boys and my brother to go on this train ride so I was on the cell phone trying to figure out where they were. We were in this massive line being herded onto the train when my sister confessed they weren't even in line. Still sorting things out on the phone we finally found a vacant seat. Since she hadn't gotten in the line there was no way of making it on the train so her and my brother just took pictures of us from outside the train. Not even they realized that Mason was missing from the pictures. As the train was finally ready to leave the train station I realize that Mason is not sitting in either of the benches we have occupied. I shoot up asking Andersen, "where's Mason?" As I start pacing the train car the people in front of us say that no kids passed by in the front or the back. It suddenly hits me that Mason never even made it on the train! Now we have the conductor helping in the search and Andersen is running here and there trying to find where the information station is in the park to see if someone found him and took him there. The whole while I'm stranded on the train because Porter, Campbell, and my nephew Jimmy are still sitting there and my sister and brother have walked off by this time. Trying to suppress all the horrible scenarios that are flooding my mind, I rack my brain to try to remember the last time I saw him. It didn't help that that day happened to be a record breaking day in the park with 10,400+ people in attendance. As Andersen runs past the train I yell to him that the last place I remember seeing him was where we had ditched the stroller to get on the train. Nope, not there. My stomach at this point was about to jump up my throat as I envision some stranger walking right out of the park with Mason. I have no idea at this point even where to begin to look for Mason. How far can a 1year old get in 10min? As I look at the hoards of people walking by on either side of the train I just about loose it when Andersen suddenly appears back on the train with Mason in his arms.

Everyone nearby congratulates us on finding him, the train starts up, and I quickly sit down so that no one will see me tearing up. I don't think I've ever seen Andersen holding him so thightly. Where was he? Inside the train depot. Andersen spotted him just as a security guard was bringing him out to take him to the information building. I can still feel my stomach turn just thinking about it. Our number one question, "how could we not even realize he was gone for a whole 10min!" All I know is that we must have a whole hoard of angels looking out for our boys. So even though I may have some rough days like Friday, I would NEVER want to loose any of my boys. I love them too much. I cannot imagine our family without a single one of them.