The title of this post could also quite possibly be called 'How I'm Winning the Worst Mom of the Year Award'. Oh, yes.
Here in Boston we have a pretty amazing 4th of July event on the Esplanade with the Boston Pops and the coolest fireworks. My kids have never been to the live event (well, Zack went as an infant but that doesn't really count in my book) as we've always gone to our local ones which are pretty great too and watched the Boston ones on tv after. This year though, with the coming of hurricane Arthur they bumped up the Boston show to the 3rd and cancelled our local ones altogether. So, I decided to take the kids for their first experience and let me tell you, Lily will remember this one for a while!
We had to keep an eye on the weather because there was a huge cool front coming in that was firing off some pretty strong storms to the west of Boston and I knew the fireworks themslves didn't start until 10 so it was cutting it a bit close. We chanced it though and headed out.
I've been to the Esplanade many times, but this was the first time I had to go through a bag check, wristband procedure at the bridges due to the marathon bombings. It was nice though, because it kept a lot of the crowd down on the water side because they had big bags. See in the picture below how the two little bridges are the only entrance and exit? This is not fun during massive crowd exodus after events let me tell you.
About 8 we plunked ourselves down and got ready to wait when I heard a voice call my name. Now, this always makes me a little nervous because who knows who you might bump into, but when I looked up it was Luke, a friend from church who plays on our softball team. I guess we had sat not a few feet from where their community group were watching too. What are the odds?! They invited us to sit with them, which was nice.
We were all chatting and waiting when I notice that Lily, who was leaning against me is shivering a little. She proceeds to tell me she is cold which right away I know isn't good because it's really hot and muggy. I feel her head, and yup she feels warm. Oh, boy. I ask her if she wants to stay and watch the show or go and she says she'd like to stay. She snuggles up to me and fifteen minutes later is asleep in my lap, right next to the speaker no less. I let her stay sleeping until the sing along that precedes the fireworks comes on. Right then, the announcer says that they bumping up the fireworks 15 minutes early because that weather front is moving in fast and we need to get everyone home quickly. Great, now she's going to be feverish AND wet.
They start the show and along with the flashes of fireworks we can see lightning in the background and Lily is telling me she wants to go home because she feels awful. Our friends are heading out as well so we all start heading towards those little bridges which are now pretty clear with everyone bailing from the potential rain. The fireworks got cut short which was just as well as we couldn't see them much anymore. I tried to carry Lily on my back for a bit, but she felt scared she was going to fall so she walked in the huge crowd with both kids holding my hands to stay together. We ended up having to jump a few fences to take a shortcut because too many were trying to walk over the pedestrian bridges over the roads (which were shut down anyway).We made our way with the zillions of people towards the T (our subway) and as we get within a few feet we suddenly hear shouting from behind us as the torrential rain has now started and is working it's way forward through the crowd. We got pretty wet in the two minutes it took to get into the doorway of the train that people were blocking trying to stay out the rain. I had to shove a few folks out of the way saying we are trying to GET ON THE TRAIN PEOPLE!
Luckily, it wasn't super crowded yet and the first train was ours with a double empty car. Unfortunately, it's air conditioned and we are wet. Lily is shaking like a leaf and plunks herself on the floor since all the seats were taken pretty quickly. Zack grabbed her a seat about halfway into the ride and five minutes later she looks me in the face and says those dreaded words "my tummy feels funny". No, no, no, no. I'm really hoping my kid doesn't suddenly make a huge mess on this crowded train. I hold her head, close her eyes and talk her off the ledge until we get off at our stop all the while apologizing to everyone for shoving them out of our way. We make it to the car after a short walk where I though she was going to be sick for sure, but she made it.
I buckled her in, threw a blanket on her and then thought to give her a plastic bag I had just found while cleaning out the car the day before. Best.idea.ever. because about five minutes into the ride she needed that bag BADLY. I had to pull over and let Zack jump out of the car because he was seconds from joining his sister in sympathy. Here we are at 11:30 at night, pulled over on the side of the road, in the rain with my poor little girl sick as a dog. I'm a total shoo-in for the 'worst mom' award, yes?
We made it home, got Lily in bed with the bucket beside her and we all fell asleep. This morning she wakes up burning hot and is rocking a 103 temp. Happy fourth of July kiddo, where do I collect my award?
Luckily my little girl is the sweetest thing on the planet, a major trooper and quick to forgive so I think she still loves me :D