My Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Today was one of those days. I woke up and got the kids ready for the day. I was going to give them baths, so I started the water on the tub. I undressed the boys and took them into the bathroom to put them into the bathtub. I lifted Jackson and was about to set him down, when I noticed that the water was a yellow-brown color. Nasty! Then I remembered the email that had been sent out about turning off all the hot water in the building. I guess I got the last of it from some dirty pipes or something.

Next, I dropped off Maxwell to my friend's house and drove to Jackson's doctor's appointment at the hospital. (He had tubes put in a couple weeks ago, so we went for a follow-up visit). Anyway, after the visit, I stopped to visit the bathroom. I had Jackson in the stroller, so I did what I always do in public restrooms, and walked backwards in to the handicapped stall, and I pulled the stroller in with me.

Suddenly, I slipped and fell. I fell hard. Keep in mind that I am 8 1/2 months pregnant, so there was no stopping me once I started to fall. At first, I thought the floor had just been mopped because the floor was VERY wet. Then I realized that both of my hands were covered in whatever substance it was, and that it wasn't water. Could there really be that much urine on the floor? No, it was worse. When I looked at my hand and saw the YELLOW-ORANGE VOMIT on it and smelled it, I nearly threw up myself. I struggled to get up off the floor, covered in some unknown person's vomit, pushed the stroller out with my elbows, and washed my hands--luckily the sink was a motion-sensing one. I got some paper towels and started wiping the vomit off of my coat, pants, and shoes. I was shaking because of how grossed out I was.

A hospital employee came in shortly after, and I told her what had happened. She got me some disinfectant wipes, and I wiped my clothes down again, as well as the stroller. Luckily, Jackson was a trooper and just stayed in a stroller through everything.

Then I walked back to the car. My leg was hurting, but I figured it was fine. I was able to lift my stroller into the car, buckle Jackson into his car seat, pick up Maxwell from my friend's house, and drive home. When I parked in my parking lot though, I got out and started to walk over to let the boys out. I had sudden, sharp pains in my leg, even when I stopped and just stood there. I had to sit back down in the car. I couldn't walk on it--especially not the 1 1/2 block to our house from our parking lot with my two kids. I called Chauncey and told him I couldn't get the kids out of the car and home. I cried in the car until he got home because I was still covered in some nasty unknown person's vomit, I couldn't walk, and I couldn't get my kids out of the car. I sat wondering, will the pain stop? will I be able to take care of my kids for the next few weeks before I have a baby?

Chauncey came to my rescue. He came home right after his class instead of staying at school to study. We only had to wait in the car for 15 minutes before he got off the bus and joined us. He got the kids out and helped me walk up to our apartment.

I was looking forward to taking a hot shower to get rid of the vomit, but when I turned the water on, it was icy cold. Then I remembered that they had turned the hot water off today for maintenance. I then proceeded to take an icy cold one. I couldn't wait two more hours for hot water before cleaning up the vomit. I didn't want to sit down on my furniture or infect anything else. It was horrible.

Then, before I had a chance to get dressed, our janitor knocked on the door. He had to light all the pilot lights. Chauncey helped me walk into our bedroom and answered the door. I was so glad that he was home!!! If nobody answers the door, I think they just walk in to light it (since they sent an email out in advance letting us know about everything).

Chauncey then had to leave for another class. He was able to put Jackson down for his nap first. Right after he left, our smoke detector went off. I knew that if it woke Jackson up that I would have to lift him out of his crib and take care of him, which I don't feel like I can do right now while I can hardly walk. I hobbled over, opened a window, and got a big piece of cardboard to fan the smoke detector. I leaned against the wall to be able to do this. I guess one of the janitors had brushed up against our oven and turned it on somehow, and we had some food that had fallen into there, so it was burning and making a lot of smoke.

Now I am sitting on my couch, waiting for Chauncey to come home after his class, and waiting for my leg to stop hurting. Today was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.