Golden Spring Break Curse

BC (before children) used to be that New Years Eve held the curse. Someone (mainly me) always ended up deathly ill and hospitalized (think kidney stones). But, since I've had to work the past 3-4 New Years (yay for nursing!), the curse has moved to a different holiday...Spring Break. For the past 3 SB's, someone in the Golden house has been deathly ill and/or hospitalized. No, I'm not exaggerating.
Spring Break 2010 - a sweet 18m old Emmy Ryan was super green around the gills and we quarantined inside

Spring Break 2011 - Mr. Weston's transplant incision dehisced and required surgery and a week long stay at Dell Children's Medical Center

which brings us to Spring Break 2012:

That's the face of a double ear infection

Stomach virus

Yes, Wes had double ear infection and was miserable...poor little guy.

That Thursday before break, Emily and I both came down with a terrible stomach virus. Poor baby girl couldn't keep anything down for 12 hours.
The stomach virus was short lived, thankfully, and The Mommy was able to go to work.
New shift...weekend nights. Not smart to start working overnight for the first time in years before SB.

Fast forward to Wednesday of SB:

Mommy and Wes left for Houston at 6am.
Just for a check-up.
W's labs were slightly elevated, but we are thinking it's due to the recent illness. H/H was good, iron was still low, so we'll recheck that in a couple of weeks. We were able to reduce his ProGraf to 1.5mLs.
Guess I should note that as soon as we exited 610 in Houston, I glanced back at W and noticed that he had a massive blow out...clothes ruined, poop all over him, all over his car seat.
Thank God for Target and iPhone navigation apps.

Bubby enjoying the cool spring evening.
(in his new emergency outfit)
So,while W and I were in Houston, The Daddy took Emmy out for a Daddy Daughter date. They went to see The Lorax in 3D :-)

She looks like a teenager!!


Well, they watched a decent portion of the movie. See those Raisinets? Evidently, mixed with a gallon of Sprite, they form a volatile concoction, aaaaaaaaaand make a re-appearance in the bathroom trash can.

Evidently, I was feeling left out of the Wednesday catastrophes. My throat started killing me, glands in my neck were all swollen and body was super achy. So, I took some ibuprofen and took a hot bath.
Getting out of the tub, my blood pressure bottomed out (prob from the hot water and getting up too fast) and I passed out, hit my head on the bathtub edge and had some seizure activity.
I came to shaking my arms, water in my mouth and the tub almost empty.
God must have a plan for me, because I easily could have drowned.
SCARY!
Visions of comas and craniotomies flashed in my head.
Billy and I spent the evening in the ER. Blood work, an EKG and head CT later, I'm perfectly healthy and just had a vaso-vagal reaction. To be honest with you, I wasn't particularly concerned with WHY it happened, I just wanted to make sure I wasn't going to need a neurosurgeon.

Seriously! Never a dull moment.

Thursday afternoon, we ventured out with Emmy's best gal pal, Savannah, and her mommy and baby brother.
We met up at the Austin Rodeo and had a ton of fun.
The girls were so cute together. They held hands the whole time!

Pony Rides!

Listening to live music

BFFs <3

Baby Longhorn in the background

 Weston was not a big fan of the Rodeo. I don't think he felt 100% and was just tired and cranky.