Tuesday, May 5, 2009

One day, I'll have some time to breath

So...about a week and a half ago I was in the garage getting ready for a yard sale while the kids were playing in the driveway. I was focused on my task and not paying much attention to them other than to make sure they hadn't wondered off.

Then, I heard Punky's telltale scream of horror and pain. I look and her hand is dripping blood. I run over to her, prepared to bandage up whatever it is and tell her to shake it off and stop overreacting (I'm convinced she has a fear of blood...something that baffles me since no one but my father in law in our family possesses this fear. I have to calm her down a lot about it.

However, what I saw was nothing that would be bandaged up and shaken off. She definitely needed stitches. Off we went to the pediatric ER and she had two stitches (which she felt going in...stupid doc didn't even bother to give her a shot and opted instead for numbing "gel" that apparently numbs about as well as a piece of ice.

So we've been dealing with the bandage changing and such since then. Yesterday, she got her stitches out and is band-aid free now although she's still favoring it quite a bit. What an ordeal.

This morning I rolled out of bed at 4:15 to have Cupcake at the hospital for surgery on a clogged tear duct. Not a big deal and she's ok now (peacefully sleeping as a matter of fact) but it's hard to see your baby being carried away by a complete stranger with a hair net and atrociously colored scrubs. Everyone was so very nice and I held it together (miraculously). When I went to see her in recovery, she had just woken up.

I guess I expected to see her sitting up and playing. Instead she was laying on her back, looking around with her big blue eyes and had her thumb in her mouth. She was obviously feeling insecure about her surroundings. When she saw me, her eyes lit up, she smiled a big smile and reached for me. It was the sweetest moment to know that she recognized me and loved me that much.

Of course, she worked her charm on all the doctors and nurses and everyone was having a duck over her. One man even shook his head and said, "I can't believe you're old enough to have a baby, much less three!" I laughed and told him thank you for saying that, it always makes this almost 29 year old feel super special! With everything going on in this house right now, I certainly don't feel young!

Now? I'm exhausted. I went to the gym for the first time last night in two weeks. My feet hurt. My back hurts. I'm fat. I think I have another ear infection. I need a babysitter.

I just need a nap and a vacation. Oh, and maybe some liposuction.

6 comments:

Krystyn said...

I hope things settle down for you.

Sounds like the surgery went much better than Izzy's...except she got to wear her own clothes.

Mandy said...

I'm glad everything went well during her surgery. Hopefully everything will calm down for you. You need a nap, healthy kiddos and a rose brought home to you from Hubby. :) It's not really a need, I guess, but it's a sweet sentiment that lets you know you are a wonderful Mommy and are loved. :)

Jessica said...

I hope everything gets better for your family soon. It sounds like things went well.

Chelle Sandell said...

Oh, honey!! You need a huge hug!! I pray that things calm down for you guys. Your due for a big break;) Hope you had a beautiful weekend!

kittyconcerto.com said...

Omgoodness! Your poor babies! But it seems like everybody is on the mend. And I commend you for going to the gym. Keep it up (for the both of us ok?)!

Bethanne said...

yikes, you do need a break. Don't go for the lipo, though. I heard it's a rip off. doesn't really work. Get a personal trainer, instead. It can't possibly cost any more. LOL Big hugs. I hope you feel better soon.