Scary Yellow Jackets!

Last night I took the girls on walk.  (I include Quique (the dog) in that statement).  We were attempting one of our normal routes which will sometimes include Q saying hi to one of her friends toward the end of our street where they have a rod iron fence surrounding their front yard with some ivy on the ground.  Q was waiting there for her friend Angel to come over when this swarm of about 20 or so yellow jackets comes up from the ground.  Tay was sitting on the front of the double stroller and I just started trying to push the stroller across the street and away as fast as possible and drag Q along with me.  As I am doing this, Tay is screaming, the yellow jackets are still swarming us now like chasing us.  It feels like some B list version of Hunger Games suburbia style.  I feel one sting and then another which means I know that Tay is screaming because she's been stung.  I pick up Tay who is in hysterics and we still have yellow jackets encircling us and I am trying to run away from them because I have no idea what to do.  I finally see one down her shirt and get that one away.  Q is acting weird so I know that she must have been stung a few times.  It was horrible!  And yet through all of the crazy hysterical screaming no one came out of their house, which was probably a good thing because I can only imagine how crazy I looked!

Luckily we weren't far from home so I pick up Tay in utter pain so I can only imagine how much she is hurting and grab the leash and the stroller and go home.  And yet this entire time Hannah hasn't made one peep or anything, so she probably just needed a bowl of popcorn to watch the show. We get home and Dustin makes it home 15 or 20 min later, thank goodness, because Hannah is still out in the stroller.  Taylor has at least 5 stings or so.  She's screaming and as a mom, it really is the worst feeling ever.  There is nothing worse than knowing that YOU (meaning me) put your child into harms way and then to watch them agonize and scream in pain and there is nothing you can do except wait it out.  And Tay is one that doesn't necessarily want to be held or cuddled while she is in pain so you just have to sit and watch; it is excruciatingly hard.  I will be totally honest and say there are times that Tay has put me through the ringer, but last night, I felt I had failed a little as a mom (yes I know there are worse things and you can't protect them from everything) and it hurt!  Motherhood stinks sometimes.  But when that door to her room opened this morning and those little footsteps came running into our room and she hopped into bed with us and was laughing about her bee stings, all of the hurt and anguish from the night before just melted away.  Gosh those little ones are resilient!