It is a bittersweet feeling, as a mother, when your baby has a birthday. Not because you don't want to see your children growing, but because everyday that goes by is the closing of another chapter. As is the case with my baby turning 2, the baby days in my home have come and gone. Where has the time gone?? I really feel like this last year has flown by and we were just celebrating his first birthday in Hawaii.
For Jakob's 2nd birthday, I wanted to do something simple, since things in our lives are a bit overwhelming with the move to Chicago next month. I simply threw together an intimate party at our local park, with only Jake's friends, while all the older siblings were at school. I got balloons, made "play date at the park" gift baskets for our guests, and had a Thomas the Train themed cake. I was so excited to throw my last 2 year old party... only, things didn't go exactly the way I had planned.
The night before Jake's party, he threw up for the first time ever! There was no fever or any other symptoms, just a serious case of the barfs. It was quite the eventful (and stinky) night on the eve of his 2nd birthday. At that point, I thought his body was rejecting all the milk he had drank with dinner, as he had never had that much cow's milk in one sitting. The next morning, other than having no appetite, he seemed okay. I went ahead with the party since it was in the late morning. Everything was going really well... the decorations looks good, the weather was perfect, all his friends were there. I couldn't have planned a better last minute party. Only, he was clearly under the weather and fighting something inside. Jakob was so darn miserable, it broke my heart seeing him so out of his element at his own party. My normally active, loud, social boy had turned into a grumpy, tired toddler. The red flag for me was when he fell asleep after refusing to blow out the candles on his cake. Let's just say, my mom guilt at that moment was sky high.
The whole party lasted about 2 hours. Once we got home, Jakob threw up the only water he had drank all day and couldn't even sit up. I could see in his eyes that he was nauseous. My older two children tried to help him open presents but he just laid on the floor and watched, a hint of a smile appearing on his face when a new gift was opened. He started dry heaving and I knew I had to take him to the doctor. I managed to get a six o'clock appointment, however, and this is the kicker, as soon as I got him out of the car, it was like he was back to normal. We saw the doctor, who gave him some Zofran, and said it was a virus and not to be too concerned. Once we got home, he was asking for food. I was so happy that he was feeling better and thought we'd try singing 'Happy Birthday' again and blowing out candles. He was so much happier and loved his cake. And since it was also my birthday, we took pictures together for our album.
I'm going to come out and say that I was really disappointed on how Jake's birthday turned out. I mean, of all the days to get a 20 hour stomach bug, it had to be THAT day. But after all was said and done and he was feeling better, I thought about all the good things that happened that day, and focused on the positives. I might not ever get to throw a 2 year old birthday party again, but I get to share my birthday each year with the coolest kid there is!