The Good, the Bad and the Cleanly - Part 2

Sorry, I just got so sleepy last night. And then I ended up not getting much sleep... Miss Peaches has another u.t.i. Grrrrrr.... She was restless and fussy all night long. Thankfully, our lovely neighbors are going to pick up her antibiotics when they are in town today, so the babies and I don't have to venture down the mountain. I'm anticipating she'll be feeling better in a couple days. I hate seeing a sickly baby, especially my own. I can't wait to see her smiling and bright-eyed again. Beyond curing this current infection, we're still working on getting in touch with the urologist. Slowly but surely this puzzle will come together.

In the meantime... Grrrrrr....

This is how I feel today.

O.k., I'm over it... I've got better things to do than be ornery.

So, continuing on with my story...

(If you missed out, the beginning is on yesterday's post.)

We were in a bit of a pickle... Our car, cell phones and Miss Peaches' car seat were rendered useless, in that the keys were locked in the car with those things in it. I could not convince myself to take the chance of driving in my in-laws' car with Miss Peaches just sitting there, unbuckled, on my lap. I had visions of us being on the evening news... Pulling a 'Brittany'... Something about being in a terrible accident and the baby not in her car seat...

Ugh. Shudder. No, I could not do that.

My mother-in-law, myself and Miss Peaches stayed at the park while the men-folk went out in search of help. First they checked the nearest fire station... No luck, the firemen were all out on a call. Then they talked to the police station... No luck, they don't unlock cars anymore. As they returned to the park to tell us that they had thus far had no luck, the sky was filled with storm clouds and it began to sprinkle. And we were standing underneath all those big, beautiful, TALL park trees. This was not a good situation.

We decided that they would try one more fire station, and in the meantime Miss Peaches and I would hang out in one of the park's shelters.

As pretty much all of Miss Peaches' things, like blankets, were locked in our car, all I had to cover her up was a thin receiving blanket. As the storm clouds hovered overhead the air was getting increasingly cooler, and as she and I trotted under the shelter and the rest of the family drove off in search of help, the rain and wind were becoming increasingly stronger until words like 'gusting' and 'downpour' were not even sufficient to describe the torrent that was going on. There was another lady, a biker who had also been caught off-guard by the somewhat sudden storm, in the shelter as well. She and I and Miss Peaches stood in the middle of the shelter, the only place where we could not feel the rain coming in sideways against our legs, and talked as we watched in awe at the incredible amount of rain coming down from the sky.

All the while, I stood with my back to the wind with Miss Peaches bundled in the thin receiving blanket, trying to shelter her from the wet and the wind. All the while, she slumbered peacefully.

As the rain was just starting to let up and I was noticing the water running down the depression between street and sidewalk, the rest of the family returned. They said they had found a fireman who was going to try, but he wasn't sure he could do it, and unfortunately he was right. He gave it a go, had no luck, then got a fire call and had to leave.

We finally decided that everyone but Miss Peaches and I would make the 50 minute drive to our house, retrieve the keys, and Mr. Blue Eyes would return for Miss Peaches and me. In the meantime, I would wait at a friend's house just a few blocks away from the park.

As I arrived at her house, the door was open, but she was not home. I felt strange about going inside without her there, and mostly didn't want to scare her at coming home and finding someone in her house. The rain had stopped and it was sort of that magical time in nature that only comes after a storm, so I settled into a chair on her porch, Miss Peaches still in deep slumber.

It was in those moments, the 45 minutes or so that I sat there before our friend returned home, that I found some moments of peace and quiet that I had really been needing since Miss P.'s birth. There was nothing for me to do but sit... No one needed me to feed them or change them or talk to them. I watched the sunset and the goings-on of the neighborhood in silence. Blissful silence.

Once our friend returned, we had a nice visit, which we never seem to get to doing any other time, so that was nice. Mr. Blue Eyes showed up, keys in hand, and we drove both cars back home, where the in-laws had gotten Little Blue Eyes to bed and things were under control once again.

The moral(s) of the story:

1. Don't lock your keys in your car, and/or carry an extra set on your person. (O.k., to be honest, we still don't do that, but we should.)

2. Peace can be found in the strangest of places, under the stranges of circumstances.

Comments

[Trisha]

What a story. You are right about finding peace in the strangest places... there's nothing like it.

I grew up vacationing in CO every summer. My dad has a love for those jeep trails so I know exactly what you are talking about with those steep roads! I love it though and can't wait to go there again!

Thanks for stopping by. I am going to peruse around your blog a bit... you are so fun to read. :)