48 Hours

I had really been looking forward to this past weekend. A weekend without plans. Nothing we had to do. Nowhere we had to be. Nobody we had to meet with, attend a birthday party for or even see. It was supposed to be a quiet, relaxing at-home weekend around the house. Those weekends are the best. I love those weekends, even if we end up being busy beyond belief, at least they get filled with the kind of business we want to do, versus the kind we are committed and obligated to do. You all get it, right? We love our friends and family, but sometimes it’s nice to just be home.

My entire weekend of having no plans turned awry Friday night the second I laid my head down on my pillow. I’d been fighting a sore throat and some sinus congestion for the past couple days prior, but nothing that I wasn’t used to thwarting off with some proper self-care. I was feeling fine (energy and happiness were both up), but I sounded horrible – probably much worse than I actually felt. This sore throat and congestion wasn’t going to slow me down and ruin my no-plan plans. Except… it did. I was up most of the night with excrutiating pain in my ear. Yep, it was an ear infection. I’ve had so many of them I can pretty much diagnose them myself – too bad I don’t have my own prescription pad.

Saturday morning I went to Urgent Care. There was nothing urgent about it. I sat in the waiting room for over two hours, bored out of my mind and starving (my coffee was all I had consumed before leaving the house, and I wasn’t expecting to spend my entire morning reading magazines from 2009). Not all of the magazines were four years old, there was actually one from 1999! Yes, I read that one too. The pictures were quite amusing.

When the doctor (and she was the only doctor in the entire office that day) finally saw me I was out of there in about fifteen minutes with a prescription for antibiotics faxed over to the pharmacy. Kudos to CVS because my prescription was ready before I even got there to pick it up. So now I’m on day 3 of a 5-day dose, complete with miserable side effects, but at least my ear doesn’t hurt anymore.

Sunday morning I rolled out of bed just after 8:30am. I slept pretty good that night and actually slept in a little – which felt good. The boys were eating breakfast and watching a show, Will brought me my coffee – a typical morning. At 10 o’clock both boys were going to have a play date with one of Zack’s friends from school and his little brother, who is also two like Brayden. We were all looking forward to it. Until…

Will was washing dishes, Zack was sitting at the counter writing a note to give his friend, thanking him for having him over to play, and Brayden and I were just starting to play in the living room. I was sitting on the couch, Brayden was on the floor on his back, and I spotted that cute little belly button. I had to go in for a tickle. Brayden rolled and wham! Banged his head right on the edge of the little bookcase. I could tell it hurt because it was loud, and he immediately starting crying. I picked him up to cuddle and console him. A second later I pulled back to check his head and his little hand was up near his eye, covered in blood. “Will, I need you now. Like really now.”

Three hours, an extended play date for Zack, ice cream for all and two tiny stitches later, we were all back home and back to “normal.” Brayden will be fine, it’s just a little gash next to his left eye that should heal completely and by the time he’s ten will probably not even be noticable anymore. Yeah, just a little gash by his eye. There’s no just when it comes to stitches for my little baby. Especially on his face. I cried laying there next to him in the hospital as he was all wrapped up in a sheet like a burrito – not as much as he cried – but I shed some tears.

Brayden was a trooper. He was a brave little guy and such a good patient. 100_2172

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As for the weekend of no plans. I would much rather have had them.

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About pamelazimmer

Pamela Zimmer is a #1 bestselling author and speaker, transforming her personal pain and experience of Postpartum Depression into her purpose and passion. Through her #1 bestselling book, Reclaim The Joy of Motherhood, and her mentorship program, The HAPPY Mommy Method™, Pamela guides mothers on a healing journey from battling their own Postpartum Depression to embracing motherhood with joy.

Posted on February 25, 2013, in Caring for your child and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.

  1. Awe, poor guy! I hope both of you heal quickly. Urgent Care is no fun at all.

  2. When I was growing up, we had an adorable, funny, competent Italian neighbor who had a darling little herd of kiddos. She made the best garlic spaghetti sauce, she kissed and hugged her children while she cooked, and her favorite saying was, “You wish to make God laugh? Just tell him your plans.”
    She never wasted time trying to make plans with such a full, busy house of family, friends, and kids; she just met every crisis and joy as it came, and saved her strength for the heavy duty problems.
    So glad you’re feeling better and that Brayden now has a stitched-up boo-boo to show off to his friends! His own Red Badge of Courage!

    • Thanks, Marylin! Yes, I guess it could be worse. I am truly surrounded by love, and that’s really all that matters.
      And also true, Brayden’s boo boo is his badge of courage. 🙂

  3. Everything and everyone stops when a little one is hurt. Glad to hear it wasn’t worse. Poor tyke.

  4. Awww what a weekend! I would have rather had plans too. Glad both of you are on the mend. As for that magazine from 1999, I would have been freaking out about how many germs it had accumulated in Urgent Care.

  5. Wow, sounds like an adventure. That is almost the spot Becky got stitches. The burrito wrap was not fun for us either. I sooo remember that.

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