I just got back from an amazing (and way too short) week in Denver. So amazing that it will probably take two or three posts. Yup, it was that good. We got to catch up with a lot of our friends that we haven’t seen for a VERY long time (some of them have babies that they didn’t have before – who have celebrated birthdays and are walking, for goodness sakes).
But I really have to tell you all about the visit that meant the most to me this week.
Alissa spent four hours with her dad on Friday. FOUR. For those of you that have been following the sperm-donor saga, this is kind of a big deal. And not only did she get to spend the time with him, he actually enjoyed it as well.
What I enjoyed most is that we stopped by for a quick minute, really, and it turned into dinner and talking and goofing around and having a good time. It. Was. Awesome. Just like old times. Except with our kid hanging out with us. It really reminded me of what an amazing guy he really is, why I liked him to begin with and how devastated I was to hear that he wasn’t interested in being a part of his child’s life.
I left, feeling mixed emotions – in disbelief that Alissa got to hang out with her dad and that they both had a great time with each other, happy and thankful that we not only got to spend the time, but that it was a good time, and sad that I wasn’t sure when (or if) it would happen again. I decided to cherish the moment and just be happy for it, knowing that he’s finally getting there. People always ask me if I would ever consider getting back together with him, and I always seem to say no, but even that idea has turned into something different now. I think that’s a whole post on its own.
We also got to see several other friends, many of whom we haven’t seen in at least a year, and that was wonderful. It amazes me how fast kids grow and how much things seem to have changed when you’re not there to experience the change. We didn’t get to see everyone we wanted to see, though, which was kind of a downer. Alissa went in for her 4 year old check up Friday morning, and by Sunday night, the site of two of her three shots had gotten infected and swollen with either staph or strep bacteria. She was running a fever for a bit and by the time I got her to the doctor Monday morning, it was incredibly swollen and bruised. I, of course, was freaking out BIG TIME, since every article I’ve ever read about vaccine reactions and autism immediately came to mind. The doctor reassured me SEVERAL dozen times that the reaction was bacterial and had nothing to do with the vaccines she’d received. Even so, my poor baby was in a lot of pain and has been really crabby since.
So I had to cancel a lot of plans and nap and cuddle with the kiddo instead. That wasn’t so bad.
I also did a lot of shooting for my favorite clients, and that’ll be up on my photography blog sometime next week. I actually have three days off next week, which I was kinda pissed about when I got the schedule, but now I am happy for, since I am so exhausted after working 15 days straight and having a marathon week off. So I’ll get to that over the next few days.