So, 2011 hasn't so much been "my year" so far. Thus the lack of posts here.
Josie got sick. Major exploding poopy diaper sick that turned out to be rotavirus. Ah, I long for the days of blissful ignorance when I had never heard of such a thing as rotavirus. It was bad. Bad bad. TWELVE outfit changes in one day bad. Some things in our home will never be the same bad. Runny poop sample collecting bad. And then, poof! She was better.
...and...
I got it! So, while she was ready to PLAY, I felt like curling up in a ball and dying. I laid on the floor and let her climb all over me - mommy's dying body doubles as jungle gym. Who knew?
...and then...
I fell while carrying her into the house. Not due to ice or anything really other than my own stupendiferous grace. I should have been a dancer. Or maybe a high-wire walking acrobat. Yeah. Anyway, it scared her really bad and I felt terrible. She cried in that heartbreaking way where they can't catch their breath and big fat tears roll down their cheeks and all of it seems to just scream, "Bad Mommy! Bad! You fail!" Not to mention I removed several layers of skin from my hand and my knee swelled to roughly 3 times its normal size.
None of which I even noticed until much later because I was so worried I had damaged the Bean.
...and then...
She came down with a fever the day after the fall. She was cranky and exhausted and I was of course convinced that she had broken something when we fell and that I really was the World's Worst Mother. I took her to the doctor, which in retrospect was probably a little hasty for a low-grade fever. I'm pretty sure Josie's chart now has a big red flag on it that says something along the lines of, "crazy, paranoid mom alert." I work in a sector of the medical field (veterinary medicine anyway) - I know those nice, smiling ladies at the pediatrician's office were snickering at me behind my back. I'm okay with that - I've been on the other side of the desk plenty of times. The doctor didn't think there was anything terribly wrong with her - probably a virus - but she made sure to fill my worried little mind with all kinds of scary thoughts like urinary tract infections and hip synovitis (or something like that), thereby ensuring I slept little the rest of the week and spent entirely too much time on websites like WebMD. I swear there's a gerbil hopped up on goofballs running on a wheel inside my brain, yelling out random things for me to obsess over. Picture it. You probably have one too. Little bastards.
A week later, and I think we're all going to survive. Maybe. Except the gerbil. I'm going to figure out how to feed him to the cats.
Just to let you know you aren't the world's worst mother....we have been to the dr 4 times this year already....
ReplyDeleteoh and when Piper was 2 1/2 months old I dropped a jar of bean dip on her head. Believe me I thought that the hospital would take her away for that one.
You are doing fine momma! Just remember to breathe!
Thanks, Sara! Bean dip! That makes me feel a little better. ;)
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