Not so happy mothers day

So, it has been a full week since I wrote about the unexpected fever. It's been a bad week. Probably the worst we've had in a while. Saturday morning we made a game day decision to go ahead and go to Lancaster for our mothers day weekend. Big guy was doing better, but still wasn't his usual self. We left around eleven to go to Dutch wonderland. Big guy thankfully slept the whole way there. Poor thing was so sick. Upon arrival, he woke up. We had a picnic lunch outside the park watching the big roller coaster and tram go by. The weather was gorgeous. Probably the only positive to the weekend. We entered dutch wonderland and promptly bought big guy a stuffed Duke the Dragon which in his sleepy and sick state, he clung to the whole time we were there- which was really cute. Our favorite parts were the choo choo train that goes around the whole park and the carousel. The carousel was a surprise hit- big guy didn't even want me to hold onto him on his horse and it really pepped him up for the second train ride. Rides we didn't like- the drive a go cart with dad, which resulted in a major freak out and them having to stop the ride for a few mins as I sprinted towards hubs and big guy to grab him. So sad. And the sit by yourself in mini bulldozers. Not so much. Following. That we checked into our favorite hotel in out favorite room. Since th weather was nice we went to a local pizza place for dinner and sat outside. Food was good but big guy didn't eat much. We then proceeded to spend time around the duck pond and relax. Hubs's mom, who had accompanied us to Dutch wonderland, came over with aunt B to say hello and sit on the balconey. It was a nice evening. Following bath we all went to bed, only to be awoken at one am by a very hot and very upset big guy. Luckily, we had brought Tylenol and apple juice boxes- so we got that into him, but by the time he fell back asleep, he was still hot and actually twitching. So, I was in the car at two thirty in the morning calling the drs weekend line. The lovely nurse said to wet his hair and check our dosage. And if by Tuesday he was still hot, we had to go in. Sunday morning was mothers day- my third as a mom. I recall the first one was pretty nice. The second was dreadful. This one was just the worst. We all woke up grumpy and exhausted. We went to breakfast. Big guy refused to eat, he only wanted to go for a walk in his stroller- which is rare for him. So, I wolfed down some pancakes and chocolate milk and then proceeded to walk for the next hour. We eventually made it down to a fun arts and crafts activity with colored sand and filling containers. That relaxed him big time and we hung out just playing with it until other kids arrived. Finally, we were in the car headed to strasburg to catch our noontime train. And of course as we are driving, big guy falls asleep. As I pull in, hubs and I look at each other. This is it, should we stay or should we go? Hubs said lets go. I balked, I had spent sixty bucks for these tickets. But we looked at big guy and figured we should throw in the towel. Let him sleep and call it just a bad weekend. And a bad mothers day as well.