this is a 24 hour facility!




last friday was a horrible, terrible, no good day in our house. there was coughing, wheezing, crying, clinging, puking, fevers, the works. i remember thinking around 7p “sweet! we made it!” things had calmed down. breathing treatments were working. dr. visit was successful and pleasant. the three of us were headed to a going away dinner for a coworker of joseph’s. i was looking forward to seeing grownups and eating a meal out with my family. i also had plans to spend a late evening with a few friends working on our blogs together after our kids were tucked quietly into bed.

that’s when the day started to go really, really sour. hadley threw up just before arriving at the restaurant. we left daddy there to make his apprearance, drove home to bathe, medicate, calm down. we drove back to pick him up. again, just before arriving at the restaurant, she puked. so, we rushed strait home for a repeat. i cancelled my plans. there are a lot of things this daddy can handle, but puke is not one of them.

so i posted on facebook at some point that evening “when you make it to 7pm, and you think you’ve made it to the end of a really crappy day, knock on wood. ’cause it’s not over until midnight.” 

that got me thinking over the next few days. when DOES our day actually start and end? 

my first conclusion was this: the entire day can depend on the night that precedes it. so, perhaps it starts at bedtime? if hadley wakes three times (once for a breathing treatment, once for that stupid binky, and once for who knows why) she is likely to have a crankier, sleepier day. if i am lucky, she will take a long afternoon nap, and get to bed early the next evening. 

my second conclusion: the day starts when i have to get my sleepy butt out of bed to make sure hadley doesn’t steal the loaf of bread from the pantry and eat three pieces of plain bread for breakfast chased with the day old water and then strip naked and decide this is the day she stops wearing diapers.

i hadn’t come to a conclusion on the days end until about an hour ago, when i heard hadley start to cry in the nursery sometime after midnight.

she was up at 7 this morning. she was so cute with her fresh haircut all bedheaded and strawberry pajamas, just staring from the doorway, waiting for some response from one of us. i turned on dora, and found the cheerios and a banana. we sat and ate and counted with dora and boots. 

then joseph and i took a few minutes to look through our wedding photo gallery. i received the link from our wonderful photographer overnight, and i’d been waiting anxiously since july 14th.

then hadley and i made joseph and lunch. 

then we bathed and got ready for our day. 

then we had a breathing treatment.

then hadley and i met up with a few friends at the library playdate.

then we stopped by kroger for a few groceries.

then we went home for lunch. 

then we had another breathing treatment.

then hadley refused her nap. so we played. we snuggled. we had another breathing treatment. i told her it was nap time. mommy needed to go off the clock for a while. she pretended not to understand, but i know she knew i was begging for sweet relief. she ran into and out of her room yelling “panties” instead. in addition to that, she was trying on every single pair of panties she owned. every time she ran out, it was a different pair.

then. she finally napped. the albuterol buzz wore off.

so i collapsed on our cozy bed to regroup and think priorities. my list of things to do was a mile long. so i started an episode of gilmore girls, and did none of it. for a while.

then i did the dishes, followed by laundry, followed by starting dinner. 

then, all too soon, hadley was up again!

but she was only 3/4 up. she was drowsy, and snuggly and wheezy. the wheezes went ignored while i loved on this little monkey that is usually too busy for snuggles these days. oh man, there are some moments where it is nice to have a sick child. she is so tiny that she feels like she did when she was a baby. still fits perfectly in my arms, on my tummy, around my waste. and she is very soft.

an hour later, though, i wished to get up and accomplish something else while joseph was in the office working a late night.

eventually hadley agreed to a bowl of spaghettios for dinner, and finished up with some smarties she stole from joseph’s desk. while she was stationary and happy in her chair, i vacuumed. in our house, that is task difficult to complete at times. you know, because vacuums are so scary and all. so i considered this to be my proudest moment of the day.

moments after turning off the vacuum, joseph walked through the door. i am proud to say, many nights, i am ready to serve dinner to my sweet family when he comes home from the office. tonight was one of those nights. hadley, joseph and i enjoyed a late dinner and bedtime together, complete with one last breathing treatment. 

that brings me back to one hour (and fifteen minutes) ago, when i heard hadley start to cry in the nursery. i woke up from a deep sleep, almost in a panic, thinking “when will this day end?!?!” as i visualized myself pulling my hair out. 

my next thought was “this is never going to end.”

then, suddenly, in my head, i heard myself using a phrase often said while i was working on 2200, the cardiac unit in the hospital i so miss in portland, oregon. (sending my love to you all!!) “THIS IS A 24 HOUR FACILITY!!!!!!” note: i realize this is not a phrase trademarked by us. a billion other places can call this their own as well. the good thing about using this at work (it can also be used in some pretty negative contexts, too,) though, was there were 2 twelve hour shifts. so, after 12 long, sometimes painful hours, you can pass off the last dinner tray, the hourly blood sugars, the every 15 minute vital signs, the dr’s orders, the cranky dr’s, the patients screaming your name all day long to the next kind soul devoting their life to serving others.

here, for this stay at home mom, i just pray for a silent night, like every other mom (and dad) out there, so i can we can get some good rest.

so, in conclusion, after five, days of serious consideration, i still don’t know when the day starts or ends. or does it? because my house is a 24 hour facility.


One thought on “this is a 24 hour facility!

  1. So cleverly written! I love how you compare parenthood to your old job. I never thought about our life this way until I read this. I don’t think we had this issue until recently, now that my 2yo is in her toddler bed and my 4yo has started using the potty during the night. We are now a 24-hour facility here now, too!

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