MaaaaaMaaaaa!!!!!!!

You know those Suave commercials, where they make the mom in the "before" picture look like crap so that the "after" picture looks even better? Yesterday, I was the poster child for the "before" picture! haha. Disheveled, greasy hair; still wearing PJs at noon; wearing a thick bathrobe even though it was 80 degrees outside; no makeup; and baby puke as my perfume of the day....

It all started as a perfectly "normal" day. We've been waiting on the Easter Bunny, so when the doorbell rang, I opened the door thinking it would be the Bunny and that's when the Reflux Monster snuck in. Apparently RM hid in a closet until the noon feed when he decided to pay Carter a visit and turn our "normal" day upside down. Poor Carter started screaming after 60mLs of formula had been pumped in (that's about 2 oz) and was inconsolable. I stopped the feeding pump and picked Carter up, after which I was promptly puked on. Let me tell you that puke in the bra is not the best feeling in the world. Carter was fine as long as he was being held upright--that's our shield against the Reflux Monster. I quickly ran for the Sleepy Wrap, knowing it would help protect us against the Monster. As I laid Carter down on the bed to pu the wrap on, he started screaming again.

And that's when it happened....."MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!" It wasn't quite how I envisioned it happening--you know, the dream of holding Carter while he's smiling and all of a sudden he looks at me and says "mama"--but it happened just as it should because he WANTED HIS MOMMY and he wanted me right NOW! At Physical Therapy last week, his PT remarked that she thought she heard him cry "maaamaa" when he was upset, but I didn't believe it. And do you know what this wonderful mommy did? I ran for the cell phone (it has a voice recorder on it) to record him screaming maamaa because I knew no one would believe me.

Later that afternoon, the Easter Bunnies decided to show up. I almost didn't let her (Grandma BZ) and her (my sister, Tracy) and him (Granddad Z) in because you know what happened the last time I answered the door. My sister has never held Carter because when she visited at Duke, he was still very sick. Aunt T got lots of drool and smiles. Unfortunately, I forgot to take pictures, so I guess she'll just have to come back soon :) Grandma BZ brought an Easter Basket for Carter with lots of cute stuff. We also did Christmas with Aunt T and Carter really racked up on the goodies. I'm going to have to keep an eye on that Aunt T because she's going to SPOIL Carter!