If’n ya don’t wanna hear me complain about the day, move on to another blog.
2 AM – Joe wakes up fussy. I slip him the boob, and he turns his head, sits up and turns around on all fours, squeals, and hiccupburps in my general direction. Of COURSE you’re at your most logical at 2AM, so what did I think?
“I took splinters out of his foot the other day. He’s got tetanus. Oh SHIT!”
Needless to say, logic won out once I woke up enough to realize that line of thinking was just a bit insane. He was a bit feverish, and I sat him up so he could vomit on a towel on the floor if he needed to, but he sat back, snuggled against my arm and went back to sleep. I held him sitting up until I felt his heart rate return to a reasonable rate, then we lay back down in my bed and zonked out again.
Did you know that the days are longer now? The sun comes up earlier if you weren’t paying attention.
My son uses the sun as an alarm clock.
This does not work well for Mommy. He’s not old enough for me to feel comfortable leaving him alone in his room to play (until 8AM) while I sleep…that usually comes around age 5-6.
So I get out of bed, and we all sit around waking up. Dan squeals horribly, and I see he’s scraped his heel on something. Hold him for a few minutes trying to get him to calm down so I can look at it, and he holds the foot up for me to kiss it. Guess what? He’s got a splinter in his foot at the heel of the same foot.
SHIT!
So, I pull Alannah out of bed to hold him down and I go to town with the tweezers, trying to pull the splinter out of his foot. He keeps kicking, so I end up taking the splinter out in 3 pieces instead of 1 long smooth pull. This freaks him out to the Nth degree, and he ends up backflipping out of my hands and rips off his clothes (so I can’t catch him by grabbing his shirt).
GAH!