What a weekend!!!

First, I hope you all had a fantastic Mother's Day! Being a mom is truly my biggest and best accomplishment, so it was good to be with my family and enjoy my boys this weekend. But it was quite a chaotic weekend. So, since it was so eventful I thought I would fill everyone in. And before you wonder, no baby yet....but she did cause some drama. :) So, now that I am off "house arrest" I am feeling a little more free, but then there is the on going problem of non-stop contractions which really restrict what I do with my new found free time. But I was bound and determined to get out and about for the first time in over 3 weeks. My sister in law came in town, so we went and did a little shopping. I of course was tired in no time, but it was nice to get out and about. So after a few hours of being out of the house, we decided it was time to head home so she could get herself back home and so I could rest. We came home, and of course the contractions started. After over an hour of contractions every 2-3 minutes apart I decided maybe I should call the dr office since I have quick babies just to see what they wanted to do. They had me take one of my pain meds I was prescribed to see if that would relax me enough to slow things down. After another hour we decided it was time to go in. I spent several hours in the hospital on Saturday night being monitored. They gave me plenty of fluids just in case and also a sedative to try to slow my body down. They can't give me the meds that will stop labor but since she would still be 4 weeks early they were going to aggressively try to at least stop me from dilating. And they did. :) After several hours I hadn't changed, but unfortunately the contractions just wouldn't let up. So, I was sent home on the sedative and a couple ambien to knock me out. And they did, after I made my poor husband cook me pancakes at 1am and had some interesting hallucinations. I don't do well with medication. It just does funky things to my body. Yesterday I spent majority of my day in bed, in pain and completely pooped from the nights events. My darling husband brought me breakfast in bed and roses and had wonderful gifts for me from the boys. And a card from each of the children, including Brooklynne. :) Have I mentioned I am the luckiest girl alive??? He makes it all ok, and takes such amazing care of us during all of this mess. But I am so ready to have this little one. The great news is, if I haven't had her on my own I will be induced at 39 weeks which is just under 3 weeks away. So, at the very longest I have to endure the nonsense of my silly body is 3 weeks....and that is exciting! Ok, so on to part 2 of my interesting weekend. We had made reservations during in the week to eat dinner early Sunday evening at Buca di Bepo. Yum. I had been so excited all week, I love Buca. And as exhausted as I was I am trying to live as normally as possible for the last couple of weeks of my pregnancy so I was not going to skip a yummy dinner and time with my family. It was the whole family, me and my crew, my parents, brother and sisters, etc. So, we get to Buca and start enjoying our evening. My poor children have been through the ringer over the past few weeks, they after all have been on house arrest along with me. It's been rough. And bless my mom for helping us out and taking them to the park or just outside when she has taken care of them. They were used to me doing those things with them, and now it's been so boring around here for them when all I can do is just sit and watch them. So, we are sitting down and my sister got there a bit late with my nephew. My older son and her son had to of course sit next to each other so they could talk about things a 4 and 6 year old talk about. Mason, my youngest needed to be part of that action. Well, things didn't go exactly as Mason had planned so he got upset. Mind you, his whole routine had been thrown off from the weekend. Saturday he didn't get in a good nap, just a small one in the car then Saturday night when we were in the hospital he didn't fall asleep for my mom till midnight. So, he was tired and cranky, not to mention just getting over an ear infection and strep earlier in the week. He was just off, and who is to blame him...he's a 2 year old with so much of his little world changing. And probably it would have been easier for us to have something at someone's house, but we certainly didn't know our weekend would end up so crazy. Anyways, so now that we all know why he was in a mood (hehe with the most important factor being that he is 2!!!!) back to the story. So, Mason gets upset and didn't want to sit down, he wanted to play. Our food comes out and my husband tries to get him to sit down and eat some noodles. Nope, he wasn't having it. He was crying and just upset, not like he was throwing a fit...he was genuinely upset. So, my husband was going to take him outside but my mom beat him to it. I am feeling major emotional and upset at that moment and ask my husband to go take care of him so my mom can sit down on mother's day. So off he goes, just then my older sister storms out as well, and I had NOOO clue why. I burst into tears feeling overwhelmed and wishing things had gone differently. My mom comes back in and says why don't we just leave our time is already ruined, which left me freaking out thinking no it's gonna be ok, Mason will calm down. Then she says "what table is it that said something?" I was so confused at this point and asked what she was talking about. Well.......what I hadn't heard in the process of getting Mason out of the restaurant is someone at another table across the room yell "You need to get your crying kid out of here". So, as soon as I hear about this I am just crushed. Are you freaking kidding me??? My child was CRYING. Not as if he was having a hissy fit, he was crying. And we swooped him out of there within 2 minutes of it starting to get him happy. And you are yelling across the room for me to remove my "kid"???? I was so upset, it really just hurt my heart. Never have I had someone insult me in regards to my children, and there was no greater pain at that moment. I was just devastated. What kind of insensitive human being would say something like that? Have they no compassion or even understanding of children in general, much less a child that has been put through many rough changes lately he DIDN'T ask for??? So, I was just majorly upset at that point as was my whole family at the rudeness of these people. So, we ask for boxes and the check (without any of us even having the chance to eat) and get everything packed up to leave. I have always enjoyed Buca di Bepo and had amazing service there, and last night was no exception. They certainly were not at fault for the actions of another patron, but they were so compassionate to the way we had been treated by those other patrons they did not let us pay. They apologized for SOMEONE ELSE'S actions, and wished us a wonderful Mother's Day. I learned of this after we left, and will be writing them a letter with the utmost gratitude. They didn't need to do that, our encounter with their staff and restaurant was great...it was someone else's actions that hurt but they did what they could. So, as we were leaving I just couldn't bite my tongue. I walked over to the table and said, "Hi, I'm the mom of the child you suggested should go home" when the man interrupts me with just the rudest look, voice, everything and starts attacking me with his words. He said to me that he didn't say we needed to leave, but we needed to get our kid under control. I told him to stop and told him he is 2 and tired and having a bad day, and gave him more of an explanation about my poor child's circumstances than he deserved to know. Because you know what, even IF we didn't have all this going on, is it completely unheard of for a 2 year old to have a bad day? He was just so mean, and snooty. And hurtful. I cried the whole way home, then decided he would not ruin MY day with my family. Everyone came over here, I dried my face and we started fresh and had a good time. I learned that you just never know what people are going through. You just never know what someone's circumstances are, nor do they matter. I try to live everyday treating everyone as I would want to be treated, and yesterday was a good reminder why that is so important. A group of people hurt my heart, and made me sad. They broke my spirit and made things worse, but only for a minute. Gosh, I so wish I could have said so many other things to them. But why? Instead I will pray for them. Clearly they do not know the love and compassion I know from my Father who helps me to see the world differently and love a little more or maybe just like Mason, they were having a bad day. I don't know their circumstances either, and so I will just pray.