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how to change a diaper, breastfeed, use a sleep positioner, etc.
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.
As for the weekend of no plans. I would much rather have had them.
You know that saying from old Mr. Murphey? You know, Murphey’s Law: “If anything can go wrong, it will.” Well, this post isn’t necessarily about things going wrong, it’s about things that happen at the most in-opportune time (and I will pre-apoligize for the swiftness – a.k.a. short – of this post, as I’ve been writing on some other things instead of my blog – but when inspiration calls, I answer :)).
I change Brayden’s diaper. He’s all nice and dry and clean with a brand new Elmo just under his cute little belly button. I barely have enough time to wrap up the old diaper, put it in the trash and wash my hands, before I find Brayden standing in the corner of the play room, grunting. “Are you going poop?” “Yes” he says between pushes (yes, sorry, this is essentially a Mommy blog so there will be talk of poop and such – you are offically fore-warned). “Why didn’t you poop before I changed your diaper?” I ask – as I do every time. He answers with a very definite “Cuz.”
It’s five o’clock and dinner is on the table. It’s well-balanced, complete with a colorful vegetable and all. I am very proud that everyone’s plate (including mine) looks beautiful and delicious. Brayden is buckled into his highchair on my right, and Zackery is scooched up to the table on my left. First bite. Yum! Second bite… and Zackery is half off his chair, still chewing. He gives me “the look.” I know this look. It’s the look of I have to go potty, Mommy. I ask him, “number one or number two?” He holds up two fingers (he can’t speak because he has food in his mouth – at least I have taught him good enough manners to not talk with food in his mouth). “Okay, go.” ….. I am done eating, and Brayden is nearly done. Zackery – well, he’s still on the potty, reading his Lego magazine (catalog). Like father, like son (sorry, Hon).
There was one more example I had in my head, but as it would be, I have forgotten it! Ha, pretty fitting I guess considering my post. Well, I guess until next time… Happy Friday everyone! May you also cherish (and laugh) at the little discrepencies in life that remind you to enjoy the little moments. 🙂
Brayden’s better. Phew! He still has a bit of a cough, and still has 7 more days of antibiotics and breathing treatments… but he slept through the night last night! Yippee! I am so happy his night went well, because when he sleeps, Mommy sleeps. And when Mommy sleeps, it is just so much easier to function during the day (after, of course, I have my coffee).
I know when he starts feeling better because something in him switches from being the completely lovey, snuggling, I-just-want-to-sit-with-Mommy boy, to being a little more energetic (both physically and verbally). The last two days have been tough emotionally – for me. I know every child goes through an “I hate you” phase (I’m pretty sure I topped the list for the number of times I said it to my parents), but boy does it sting when it’s your little two-year old, and all you want to do is take care of him and make him better. Probably doesn’t help that there has been huge gaps of necessary sleep in our house (for everyone), and that darn little thing called PMS, but still, it hurts when your child says nasty things to you. Makes you want to cry – which I did.
I am counting on today being a better day. I’ve had my (first) cup of coffee, I’ve showered and washed my hair (mmm, smells like rosemary and mint!), I’ve eaten breakfast, and Brayden has taken all his morning medicines. Toys are precisely scattered on the floor, Mickey Mouse is singing on TV, and hey, I got to sneak away for twenty minutes so I could write this really quick (well, I almost got through this post without having to get up).
I want to say, thanks to my husband for bringing me a wonderfully tasty mini lemon tart (one of my favorite sweet treats), thanks to Zackery for making me feel better two nights ago when all I wanted to do was cry my eyes out, and thanks to my best friend for giving me a card with a giant hershey’s kiss! I accept all your acts of kindness and cheerfulness. 🙂
Parenting is hard. I know that. I believe it’s the hardest when they actually need you the most – like when they’re sick. My boys are great boys, but sometimes they will say or do hurtful things. I know not to take it personally – I just keep having to remind myself. Someday (in a really, really, really long time from now – that will seem to come much too quickly) they will not be so little anymore. So while they are small and young, I will love them big, with all my heart, every single day… even if it makes me cry.
Yes, that is exactly what I had for dinner tonight. Oh, and one piece of cauliflower that I stole off of Zack’s plate to make myself feel a tad bit “balanced” at the dinner table. Popcorn, pita chips and cauliflower.
Brayden is sick again – really sick. We spent about four hours today between the doctor’s office, going to get a chest x-ray, back to the doctor’s office, and then to the pharmacy to get his prescriptions filled (which took two huge paper bags for them to put them in – I felt like I was stocking up for the end of the world or something… but no, it’s all for my little boy). He has bronchialitis and RSV. At least it’s not pnemonia again – which he’s prone to. And at least he is happy when he’s sick. That makes it a little (a teeny, tiny little bit) better. The poor guy is so tired from barely sleeping for the past two days. The last time he got solid sleep (more than 20 min without waking in a fit of coughing) was Monday’s nap, where he slept a good hour and a half. He was so tired he fell asleep on the way to the doctor’s office this morning, and then I felt so bad having to wake him up. But again, the poor guy smiled through it all.
I’ve been bribing him with M&M’s to take his medicine. It started with the tylenol a couple days ago for his fever. He used to love the stuff (which I’m not sure is entirely a good thing), but now he just says “yucky!” I don’t blame him – liquid medicine has never really tasted yummy to me. So, he gets one plain M&M after each round of medicine… until today, when I had to give him one after the breathing treatment at the doctor, another after the motrin at the doctor, another after his chest x-ray, two in the pharmacy while we were waiting for his prescriptions to be ready, four more in the car while we were waiting for Zack to get out of school, one so I could take his temperature, one after his nebulizer, one after his antibiotics, and two more at “dinner” (his consisted of one bite of cauliflower – which usually he would eat a whole head of – and two pieces of popcorn) with his final (um, final for the next four hours) dose of motrin. I brushed his teeth twice tonight in an attempt to scrub off all the sugar.
Needless to say we are a little exhausted in this house. Even Zack seems extra tired, and I can understand why since he and Brayden share a room and Brayden’s been coughing for most of the past two nights. I’m surprised I’m actually functioning enough to write this post… I guess I couldn’t let a good title like that go to waste. 🙂
I’m hoping Brayden sleeps tonight – so that the rest of us can too. I know he’ll be fine… it just might take a day or two for everything to really kick in so his little body can fight this off. In the meantime, I have a very cool excel spreadsheet I created to keep track of all his meds. Not too happy about why I need it, but glad I have the skills and the mindset to create it. With my lack of sleep the last thing I need is to forget what to give him when. I really hate dosing him up on all kinds of medicines, but I honestly tried the homeopathic and essential oils route and it just wasn’t doing the trick like it usually dose.
Okay, before I start rambling in my sleep here… signing off. 🙂