Today we went to the beach in Half Moon Bay for D's mom's birthday. The girls slept during the drive out, so everyone was in good spirits when we arrived. We got out, unpacked, set up equipment/lunch... then the baby started to wail. I thought she was just super hungry (it WAS her lunch time). She wouldn't eat. Not like her at all. I freaked. She was freaking. D (my super-duper, wonderful, level-headed husband) stepped in to calm us both down, even forgoing lunch (huge sacrifice for this guy) to help. We ended up going back to the car to see if that would help her settle down. Nope. Still screaming. We thought she was in pain or suddenly very sick. So we packed everything up, called the doctor & headed home. She slept on the way back, but still wouldn't eat when we got home, so the doctor suggested we take her to the ER to prevent dehydration. After about 15 minutes in the ER she decided she would go ahead & nurse! She ate like nothing was ever wrong, sat up & smiled. We have no idea what happened. Our best guess (as well as the doctor's) is she had stimulus overload at the beach.
So that was the scary stuff. Here's the new stuff: I got a great pic of my rock-star hubby.
