this trip has been full of ups and downs. i can't believe i'm not in bed yet. but i have to finish something before i go... secret, Christmas stuff.
today started out being the best day. mom, LB and I went shopping and had success. Came home and baked up a storm, finishing some lemony lemon cookies with lemon filling, cinnamon pinwheel cookies and truffly chocolate goodness rolled (separately) in almonds, coconut and cocoa. holy fuck it took me like 6 tries to spell cocoa right.
LB didn't sleep her usually 2 hour nap today, just 45 minutes. this evening i asked my dad to hang with her while i went and showered (that was after my brother and i went out to get gas for my car etc in preparation for my return home tomorrow... and LB cried when she realized i was going somewhere and no one was going to put her shoes on...). well, as i went off to shower, she was practicing going down the stairs as she has been all these days, but i guess she was really tired, or something, because she lost her balance and would have fallen down 8 hardwood stairs, but my dad caught her just after her face hit the first step. doesn't look like she hit it too hard, but earlier today she also fell of the couch. again, she more rolled off it than fell, but still bumped her head. it's been a traumatic evening for her and for me. as a mom i think i take it harder than she does when she gets hurt. i was going to stay with her after the whole stair thing because she was so upset she was gagging, and i didn't really get how she'd fallen. i don't blame my dad. i know he feels bad. he told me to go and shower and he tried to comfort her. i figured i should give him that. so i showered. but the first thing i heard when i got out of the shower was her crying "ow". i thought she'd hurt herself again. but no my mom was changing her diaper and she was just really upset. and she got even more upset when she realized i wasn't going to pick her up that instant. i did as soon as her diaper was changed and she snuggled against my chest and pretty much flaked right there. poor poor LB. she never sleeps while cuddling. she's like me--she likes her space.
i'm going to hurl if i look at this screen anymore.
4 comments:
In my experience with injured infants (starting at about 18 months), they mirror your reaction.
I have perfected the art of freaking out and appearing as thought I haven't really noticed their spill.
Every day, I'm amazed at how tough these little kids are- almost indestructible!
It sounds like LB is probably headed into that phase of her childhood. More curiosity than balance. :)
If she's anything like my little kids, she'll love it!
i like that you can go from "lemony lemon cookies," to "holy fuck it took me like 6 tries to spell cocoa right." in under an inch of screen.
Poor LB and mom! *hugs to you both*
It's totally stressful when your little one takes a bad tumble. . . Elayne fell out of a bed in New Brunswick and smashed her face on the end table on the way down (Gah!). But they heal, and they learn. And they get past the clumsy stage.
And then they get into the over-acting stage where everything makes them say "Ow!" at the top of their lungs and they walk over to you so you can kiss their owie, even though you know nothing is wrong.
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