The phrase from Bruce Almighty comes to mind when thinking about last weeks misadventures..."Smite Me Oh Mighty Smiter" It never fails that when Daddy is out of town on business that disaster strikes.
It started like any other Tuesday night...
I pick up little Miss from daycare, head home to begin our nightly routine. On this evening we happen to be minus Daddy so we get home and we're in "go" mode, playtime with Abbey and BonBon, followed by dinner for Abbey, bath, bottle and bed, then Mommy and BonBon can sit and relax.
Well this particular evening took a left turn at Albuquerque that none of us were prepared for! As I get little Miss in the high chair because she's decided she's hungry a little earlier than usual, BonBon decides to swallow a hunk of her favorite bone without chewing it. After less than 10 minutes of BonBon choking and Abbey screaming, Mommy decides it's time to make haste to the emergency vet clinic because there's no getting anything out of BonBon and there's no getting anything into Abbey girl.
A call to Papa Vincent to meet us at the clinic and we speed down the highway. We must have been a real sight coming through the door because the nurse staff was running towards the door to meet us. Abbey crying, mommy crying, BonBon choking the vet comes to take care of at least one of us.
After what seems like an eternity (maybe 15 minutes) Papa arrives to soothe his girls and take little Miss home for dinner. After a few more long minutes and $300+ dollars the vet happily delivers the good news...BonBon has swallowed the bone and it's definitley in her tummy. Now she's drugged so she doesn't try to puke it up and I collect my groggy, drooling puppy, pay the bill and make my way out the doors.
After collecting little Miss from Gammy and Papa (no small feat getting that child away from the two people who love her as much as a kid can be loved) we make our way home. Needless to say it was quarter after 8 and an hour later than little Miss usually goes to bed so after a 45 minute screaming session she passes out. After an hour + cleaning dog vomit in combination with the general chaos I left the house in and a small screaming session of my own BonBon and I took our sorry selves to bed.
The next day, Abbey is sick again (ear infection and bronchialitis) - needless to say we don't like it when Daddy goes away. Don't do that again Daddy!!
This blog was started in 2009 at the begining of my journey to motherhood. It was a testament to the journey my husband I were taking to create a life. It has become Abbey's Story. My hope is that someday she will be able to read this and know that she has brought a joy to this world, the likes of which her father and I could never have known.
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