It’s Been a Long Day!
I have 3 kids, which can make life very busy and me very tired. However, it’s doubled when one is sick and tripled when another is sick.
On Friday, I took my 9 month old to the doctor – I knew something was wrong when he woke up crying every hour the night before. Sure enough, he had ear infections in both ears and pneumonia on the left side. His nose had been runny, but I thought it was just because he was cutting teeth – he had just cut his second tooth on the upper row.
He’s on antibiotics, which gives him like 15 poopy diapers a day and really bad diaper rashes – thank goodness for the Desitin!
My 3 year old has also been sick. On Friday and Saturday, he had a fever and was really lethargic. I let him rest, hoping it would get better. Sunday seemed better but he was still tired. Last night, he started throwing up. I can’t stand the smell of vomit (yuck – makes me sick even thinking about it). Poor baby! He’s still trying to figure out how to do it in the trash can. Needless to say, I gave him my spare pillow and changed his sheets and blankets last night.
Coming to this evening! I was getting dinner ready (top ramen since I wasn’t feeling too hot). My 5 year old was carrying my 9 month old into the kitchen. All of a sudden I hear a thud (like the sound of somebody being dropped). I started to panic when I heard my 9 month old crying. I ran into him and saw that his forehead was bleeding. I was starting to really freak out – trying to figure out what happened. My 5 year old said he was carrying him and he ran into the 3 year old, thus dropping the 9 month onto the case of V-8 juice from Costco.
I immediately call my husband and he tells me to call 911. Now, keep in mind that when I talked to my husband, I told him there was a gash in my 9 month old’s forehead and he was bleeding. The operator on the phone says the medics are on their way over.
Of course this would happen on the day I have not done my hair or my makeup, my right eye is bloodshot for some reason, and I’m in my very comfortable but not flattering flannel jammie bottoms. The firefighters (yep you know they’re gonna be good looking – of course) come in and look at his forehead. You have to understand, it wasn’t one or two of them, it was six – oh man! By this time, my 9 month old is as calm as can be and isn’t screaming hysterically like he was earlier. The medics check him out and suggest I use some neosporin and band-aids. Ok, that’s embarrassing. I’m so glad I had them rush away from their dinner or tv show or game to look at a little gash. Then one of them asks me if I need a bandaid. I have 3 kids – I think I might have some band-aids around.
The moral of the story is – (1) boys will get cuts and bruises and (2) be sure to do your makeup every day – because on the day you don’t, good-looking firefighters will end up at your house.