What up?!

It has been a long time since I was up at night all by myself. My media naranja put Diego to bed and fell asleep in the process. You see last time Diego was sick we put him in bed with us so we could monitor him. He got over his illness and said buh bye to his room. Now every time I think of him going back to that room I cry. I love my baby in the bed with us. It’s funny when I tell people that he sleeps in bed with us they always feel the need to give advice. “You better get him out before he’s 18. Ha ha ha” STFU. As if it’s the first time I’ve heard it or as if I never said that to someone else. Unwanted advice. One of my pet peeves. I think it’s okay. It’s only one. I won’t have two in the bed. So he’ll be out before the next one comes. No. I’m not pregnant. Or trying.

Anyway I kind of got off topic. So I’m up all by myself. I was watching a movie but remembered I owe one of my best friends a birthday gift. So here I am. Not looking for my friends gift but writing. It feels nice to not have the two huele pedos in here. Wow. It’s quiet.

Last week we had the biggest scare since Diego was born. He had a febrile seizure. It came out of nowhere. He was happy all day long. Happy when we went to bed. Then all of a sudden I wake up to Fonz screaming my name. He was trying to get Diego to wake up and Diego wasn’t responding. I called 911 and by the time the ambulance got here Diego was coming out of it. Still had a blank stare but he was coming out of it. The paramedic suggested we try and bring his temperature down and blah blah blah. He left. So we did just that. Next day we take Diego to the pediatrician. He has a sore throat. WTF. He has a seizure because of a sore throat. Only 3 to 5 percent of kids get these. It’s possible now that every time he gets sick and has a fever this can happen. So one week to the day (yesterday). He has a fever. No sleep was happenin’. We were some temperature takin’, suppository inserting fools. He now has a cold. Poor guy. Which leads me back to the beginning of the post. If he hadn’t been sleeping with us we would have never known he was having a seizure. That’s not something I want to think about.

Yesterday was Dia del Amor y la Amistad. Happy belated Valentine’s day lovers. I’m not really a fan. I think it’s over commercialized and everything is so expected. I bought the big baby a card and the little one a card and a book. That’s it. I was only expecting a card (I was with him when he got it). When I came home and went to my bedroom to change into my disguise as my Mami so cleverly calls it. I was surprised to find “I Love Yummy” in tulips on my bed. Seriously. He surprises the shit out of me sometimes.

My Valentine’s day also included la Amistad. Mi amiga came over for dinner with the G’s for a friendship celebration. Great times and great conversation. I love those nights.

We were talking about how the older we get the less friends we have. We start to weed out the bad and keep the genuine. So true. A while ago I had a conversation with a friend about another “friend”. She asked me why I continued to be friends with this person. “I feel sorry for her” I said. She said “Would you want someone to be your friend because they felt sorry for you”. The truth shall set you free my friend. So I set that “friend” free. I have very very few friends. All friends with morals, values and good heads on their shoulders. All friends that I trust with all that I have. Do we always get along? Hell to the N-O. Do I love them unconditionally? Absolutely.

I always talk about friendship huh? It’s something that’s so important to me. While I was growing up friends came in and out of my life. I never was around one person consistently. As a woman, friendship is something I value. It’s only been recently where I accept things the way they are. We all have different things going on in our lives. I accept it. It really goes deeper than that but I won’t get into it here. Ay pajaros en el alambre.

So back to my movie and my shopping.