Dad went back to work, most of the laundry is done (clean, not folded), the fridge is half stocked and the kids are kinda sorta acting normal again. ahh, its a glass half full kinda feeling.
Wish I could say the same about yesterday...
started out early. before the sun early. not in the mood for it early.
9 am felt like 12:30. dressed, fed and park bound I said! But not before little miss Liberty took a running start superman dive to the pavement on the way to the car. It was painful to witness, chex cereal flew everywhere. I scooped up my sobbing baby, sat her on the toilet seat and wiped away her salty tears.
"mamas going to make it better"
Hydrogen peroxide is a staple in this home. I blew kisses and rolled on an oil blend for owies. Much to my surprise the girl didn't want a bandaid. Which was a proud moment for me.. silly or not. I've been slow to introduce them to her, I didn't want a band aid kid. you know the ones I'm talking about! With her being so dramatic I feared it would only come natural to her if introduced to the concept. However, this boo boo was a bleeder, so bust open the box of adhesive blood stoppers and try to convince her its for the best! The band aid lasted the whole 6 minute car ride t the park.
The park went rather well, if you subtract her falling off the picnic table and that one incident with that one kid who may or may not have tried to run her over with his bike, the screaming. the not wanting to leave...
Nap time was going to happen. so I wrestled her like a crocodile, tears and all until she gave up then drifted off into the most peaceful of sleeps.
Well, she woke up a fussy mess two hours later. I finally appeased her with popcorn, a juice box and "the dinosaur movie" (the good dinosaur). once the movie ended we spent a little time outside and she finally pooped that poop we had been waiting nearly 3 days for. It was a doosie. It hurt. She didn't want to push it out and I don't blame her. A grown man wouldn't have wanted to pass this hunk of waste. I was there to cheer her on and rub her back. Letting her know once it was out it was over.
Let's move right along to the high fever that hit her around 6:30 pm and all the desperate attempts to coax her into drinking the damn tylenol. 102.7. She was a blubbering mess. Both girls were crying. I wanted to cry. b r e a t h I stayed calm, allowing myself to be okay with the fact that Loretta was crying herself to sleep while I held my Liberty. encouraging her to sip ice water. I knew I had to get her to relax. More holding, singing, wiping tears and getting her to b r e a t h . I remembered being told once that onion slices in a pair of socks would help a fever. Worth a shot. She did not agree to it, but the poor girl was too worn out to fight me.Wouldn't you know it, within 30 minutes 101.6. That simple, all natural remedy was the solution to our problem. She was finally able to regain some sort of composure and drift off. Almost instantly I could feel her body temperature returning to normal as she laid next to me, breathing heavy but steady breaths.
Comfort found us both.
Today was a new day. Today there was no blood, few tears and no fevers.
It's not always easy, but it will always pass.
Forward Motion.
