Last week was crazy.
In between the usual chaos that comes with being 7 months pregnant and taking care of irish twins, there was even more chaos. On Wednesday I basically just made myself come to terms with the fact that my house was just going to be a big fat mess until at least Saturday. So where was all the crazy coming from? Andrew's youth group was going on retreat this weekend so we had to get him ready for that. I had also been asked to contribute a "Communion of Saints Wall" for the weekend. It was so much fun to make but it did take some extra time. Peter and James got away with a lot last week... A lot. But the wall turned out almost exactly as I had pictured and the teens on retreat liked it, so obviously it was worth it.
On Friday we said goodbye to Andrew and then things got serious. For almost two hours (while the boys napped thanks be to God) I was furiously working away on some decorations for my bff's engagement party. There I was in all my pregnancy glory huffing and puffing and sweating profusely. I was totally working against the clock because not only was the party that night but I had a wedding to attend that evening as well. Now... I didn't mean for these events to coincide. Pregnancy brain for the win! I knew the wedding was that weekend because Andrew couldn't make it due to the retreat. So I ASSUMED it was Saturday. Nope. I was wrong. It was Friday. So here I was frantically running around the house getting myself ready, getting the boys ready, wrapping presents, and making decorations all because of my giant brain blunder. Let this be proof my friends that pregnancy brain does in fact exist and it does not mess around.
It was so wonderful to see my good friend Danielle tie the knot with the wonderful Keith Downey. Plus, I got to see some friends from out of town that I don't get to see very often anymore!
Then after giving my best to the bride and groom I was off to see the future bride and groom at the engagement party.
From left to right... The lovely Annie, my pregnant self, and Emma the bride to be <3 I really wish the wedding and the party had been on different nights because I felt like I missed out a little on both. However, I'm still thankful that I was able to be present for both of my wonderful friends, even if it was brief.
After crashing extremely hard into bed Friday night, the boys and I woke refreshed and excited for a much needed relaxing day. We ran some errands and then came back to the house where I was finally able to attack "the mess". Our poor kitchen table is set up to seat eight yet I could barely make out the table underneath the mess.
Finally the beast was tackled and the boys and I went over to see Andrew's parents for the evening. We had a delicious dinner and the boys got to play with a new train set and help make some yummy cupcakes.
Then on Sunday morning everything was going great until Peter face planted onto the tile floor running full speed. There was blood. Like a lot. Thankfully I was getting ready to give them a bath so the water was running and I was able to just scoop Peter up and put him in the tub. His poor upper lip was bleeding pretty bad for a while and he was unconsolable for over 40 minutes. For the next couple hours I was trying to determine if I needed to take him into the ER or not. It had stopped gushing blood but it was still bleeding so that's why I was concerned. Finally after talking with my Dad (the doctor), Peter's pediatrician, and some awesome moms, it was decided that he didn't need to go in. I learned that....
~The mouth bleeds A LOT.
~If I would have taken him to the ER they most likely would have just cleaned him up and sent us home.
~They rarely do stitches in the mouth.
~Giving him a popsicle helped with the swelling and pain.
~Advil, Motrin etc. needs to be administered as soon as possible.
So yeah. My husband missed out on ALL THE FUN! After Peter had napped, eaten his popsicle, and calmed down, we headed to church because my middle school youth group was meeting that day (great timing right?!). However, thanks to a wonderful team the afternoon went awesome and my kids ended up making a ton of sack lunches for the homeless. Total win.
James was a little peeved that he wan't at home frolicking in his diaper and playing with his toys. But soon after that, Andrew was finally back, we went to mass, came home and once again, completely passed out.
Here is hoping for a much calmer week with a little less blood, sweat, and tears!