Sunday, September 9, 2012

Trust Your Instincts

When my fabulous friends invited our family to join them at the Magic Kingdom for their daughter's birthday, we didn't even hesitate to say yes.  My oldest watches the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse each morning for his "special treat", dressed up as Mickey for Halloween last year and sleeps with Mickey each night.  How could we miss this experience?

We loaded up the car on Friday morning then hit the road with the boys.  The plan was to have my youngest take his morning nap on our way there.  Back fired.  Big time.  He laughed and played happily until we were 10 minutes outside of Orlando then crashed.  No problem, I thought.  I will just take him right upstairs to the room, lay him down gently and let him finish his nap.  Back fired.  Big Time.  

I laid the baby down and my oldest said, "Mommy!!!  There's a Pool!!  Isn't it AMAZING!!" and the nap was over.  Why I thought a hotel room with 2 small children would work was beyond me.  It looked so good online.  We had dinner at Chef Mickey's that night so we toughed it out until then.  
Our oldest Loving Minnie Mouse

By the end of dinner, my baby's little eyes were red rimmed and swollen and he had a fever.  

I was worried about going to the park the next day but we decided to play it by ear.  He woke up in the morning with a fever once again.  I gave him some Tylenol and felt that tug in my heart that said, "this baby is getting sick."  I considered staying at the hotel with him but he had been teething so I hoped that that was the cause.

We left for the Magic Kingdom and had an amazing time.  The boys loved the experience.  By one in the afternoon, I had two exhausted children.  They went down for naps and the baby woke up a few hours later with chills, blue lips and a 104 degree fever.  I panicked.  I couldn't even think.  We called and had a doctor come see us (great resort perk!!) and he was diagnosed with a double ear infection.  

I was wrought with guilt and called my mom, the best listener I know.  "I should have listened to my instincts," I said to her.  She gently told me that I had done exactly that.  I had watched him closely, reacted quickly and gotten him the help he needed.  

She's right - That's the best any mom can do.  Listen to your gut.  Trust it.  Make the best decision you can with the information you have.  Then call your mom to hear that you did a good job.

How do you remind yourself to trust your instincts? 

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