Don't think - don't worry - everything's just fine

We're doing much better at Casa de Pooks nowadays. Little G has a new weight-bearing cast, so he can crawl as much as he wants (and believe me, it's a lot). He's even started pulling up to standing on it and cruising, although it's much more cumbersome.

The county did do an investigation of my daycare provider, after my doctor called it in. I completely understand, and appreciate her concerns. You've got to make sure in these situations. But everything was determined to be an accident. Of course you question these things as a mother, but I know that she loves my son. This could have happened at home, and JJ and I would have been under investigation.

Of course you know that these things are going to happen as a mother, but you never think they're going to happen so early in life. I know it won't be any easier when accidents happen in the future, but I know that I'll be able to handle it. Maybe not very WELL, but I'll handle it nonetheless.

If you twist and turn away

See that absolutely adorable, terrifically fantastic and wonderful boy there? That's my beautiful little man, he's almost 11 months old, he's starting to walk and talk and he's the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me. Today I had the most horrible day in my existence as a mother. Today my little man fractured his tibia. And my heart was subsequently torn from my chest, run over by a Mack truck and a steamroller, fried in three-day-old grease and served up next to a steaming hot pile of poop. Sorry, too graphic? That's the breaks, because that doesn't even adequately describe my emotions today.

He got hurt at daycare, after getting his leg stuck and rapidly thrashing back and forth to get it unstuck. My daycare provider quickly got him unstuck and since there were no bruises or swelling or any other visible signs of trauma, he was ok. She gave him a bottle to calm down and he dozed off and took a nap. When he woke up she gave him lunch just like always and then let him run around just like always. But something was not right (apparently she was channeling Ms. Clavel). When he tried to stand up he just started crying and wailing. Not good, right? That's what she thought and so she called me and told me what was up. I figured, oh, it's probably nothing, but I'll call my doctor's office anyway. They said, oh it's probably nothing, but come on in. Upon examination, my doctor said it doesn't look like anything, but let's do an x-ray. It was immediately obvious that something in fact was not right. A spiral fracture was pretty apparent, even to my lay-person eyes. And... I lost it. Tears just streamed down my face.

My doctor was very concerned that something other than an accident occurred. I freaked out more. My daycare provider has never been anything than wonderful and loving. But of course her concern made me question my gut feelings. My little G was fantastic, he cried when they put the splint on, of course, but luckily it was not displaced, so they didn't have to reduce it (i.e. set it). We then had to go to Children's Mercy to have the orthopedic surgeon review his x-rays and confirm my doctor's diagnosis. Again my doctor expressed her concerns, and said that they would be pretty aggressive with their questions regarding how it happened.

At the hospital, they did ask a few questions, but they didn't see any evidence of abuse. Let's be honest, a children's hospital in an urban location sadly knows abuse when they see it, and this was just an accident. There was no swelling or bruising. My concerns were quelled.

Now we're just relaxing at home. Little G had been crawling all over the place and starting to walk before the accident, and he's just trying to get accustomed to not being able to move on his own. And I'm wishing my doctor would have given me some Xanax, because my wine is really not helping me recover as easily as I'd wished.

Like Coming Home and You Don't Know Where You've Been

So... I guess I'm not a very effective blogger. Oh well... whatcha gonna do. Life's been rough, husband's been out of town for the last, like, 8 weeks straight, and I've just been my little Energizer bunny self. However he's in town this WHOLE week (LUXURY!)

Last night he got home BEFORE the little man was in bed, so I said, hey, I'm going to FINISH my workout that was disrupted when the little one woke from his nap, I'm going to let YOU feed him dinner, and then I'm going out to get a MUCH needed pedicure. And that's exactly what I did. And it was HEAVENLY!!!! Then... and this is the kicker, HE MADE DINNER. I was so excited. I didn't have to eat alone AND I didn't have to cook. I really enjoy cooking, but who doesn't enjoy having food cooked for them?

I got a visit last weekend from my mama, and that was an absolute blast. She basked in the maternal glow of seeing me and my bro, and thoroughly enjoyed spending time with all her grandkids. We did some major shopping, I got a much needed leisurely shopping-filled 3-day weekend. It's so great that I actually grew up and got a clue, I was honestly and truly an absolute horrible and terrible daughter for a good 7-10 years (aah, being a teenager and a know-it-all in my early 20s, what a wild ride that was). She gave me this cheesy candle holder one time that says, "Always a daughter now a friend". It's sappy but it's true, we really get along great together now and I honestly don't mind her daily phone calls (OK, I MOSTLY don't mind). All in all it was a fantastic trip and I didn't even mind getting up at 5:45 in a Sunday morning to take her to the airport. I was even chipper, and not because she was leaving, but because it was a great visit. I was sad to see her go, but happy that I have grown enough to appreciate her as the wonderful and strong, caring and loving woman she is.

Upcoming this week, husband's dad and brother are visiting. NOT as stressful, because honestly these dudes don't give a rat's ass if you haven't vacuumed your carpet in the last week. AND they both love to cook. So needless to say, it might just be another great weekend en casa de pooks.