I've said before that there are times when I have to laugh...
...to avoid crying.
You know that rule; "When things get rough, they'll usually get rougher?" Well, this week takes the cake.
The kids have been wonderful, and horrible at the same time (it's possible, trust me)
On a positive note, yesterday, Amelia started saying "Da-Da-Da-Da-Da" Sure, she said DaDa first, don't they all?"
But the day
before yesterday was a bust (the day Daniel did so well with quiet time)
Brian herniated a disc at work and spent the entire day in the ER. They
pumped him full of tons of pain killers before they could manage it -
With back injuries, you can't do anything, lift
anything, hold anything (including your kids) so...I became what I like
to think of as close to a single mom as it gets - yay me.
I have a true respect for real single moms, I have no idea how they do it.
while going to change Amelia's diaper, Big D ran up behind me and
clipped my leg. You know, kicked my rear leg over so that when I went
to took a step I tripped over my own leg. I went straight down (A. in
my arms) and landed on my elbow and knee ( curled under me so that A was
padded - she was fine, just scared at the fall) My falling tripped
Daniel and he went sprawling out next to me face first - both of us onto
the ceramic tiles.
stunned, assessing the damage, Amelia is crying, and Daniel is
hysterical next me. She's fine, he would be fine, too, and me? Not so
good. I call for Brian ( remember he is in bed and can't move) because
I think I've broken my arm. Eventually he comes out, slowly kneels
down and cuddles Daniel and carefully takes Amelia from me.
sure Brian is OK to watch Daniel (at least make sure he doesn't get
into too much trouble) I take Amelia with me to the Urgent Care Center
and get x-rayed. YAY bruised bone only - lucky shot.
So now, what a pair we make:
can barely walk, can't be in a car for any extended amount of time,
can't pick up Big D, and can't drive. I can't put any weight on my
elbow, and my knees are bruised ( cant crawl on the floor with the kids)
AJ came all the way from
Long Island to help take care of us. We are loved. We are indebted to
her - guess we'll just have to keep her around.
On a side note, while doing my vitals at the Urgent care, the nurse had to check my pulse three separate times
- said it was low...very low. Eventually is leveled out at 63 bpm but
it was in the 40's and then 50's for a while. She suggested I call the
Dr... hmmmmmm do I have time for this?