Today has started out horrendously. But that means it can only get better, right?
The horrendousness (is that a word?) actually started
yesterday afternoon. A and I were home
again because of the cold weather. I was
working on my laptop when I heard a loud noise.
W had tripped over a balloon and fell face first into the corner of our
bookshelf. The sound of it was horrible
and I can only imagine how much it hurt.
W had a bruise and a bump on his forehead and a bloody lip, but I was
surprised that he didn’t cry very much all things considered. The lip stopped bleeding relatively quickly
and he barely had a bump on his head by evening.
Just before bed, A mentioned that W seemed more unsteady
than usual, which made me nervous. But
then again he’s one and started walking fairly recently – I wouldn’t call him
stable. W also gets wobbly when he’s
tired. He went to bed at his usual time
– around 8pm. I put some Motrin in his
final bottle in case he had a headache or any lingering pain from the
fall. W was up again at 9:30pm. Then again at 11:30pm. Then again at 12:45am. At this point, A and I brought him into our
bed and he slept for a couple hours.
Around 4am, A placed W back in his crib and we hoped to get a bit more
sleep before having to get up for the day.
W, however, had other plans. He
was up at 5am and wouldn’t go back to sleep.
I’m not sure if he was in pain, just having trouble staying
asleep, teething again, or all of the above?
I felt awful for him (and for me).
And now I’m wondering if I should have called the doctor or should have
taken him in to the pediatrician this morning?
My instinct told me he was ok, but now I’m second guessing myself. L
Then I had a 7am conference call this morning. I decided to call in from home. In order to make it to work by 7, I’d have to
leave the house by 6:15 and that just wasn’t happening. So I called in a little before 7. By 7:10, the meeting hadn’t started so I
texted my coworker. Turns out the
meeting had been rescheduled and I hadn’t received notification. Perfect.
When I finally got to work, I had an email from a partner
company. They basically had no idea what
I was requesting even though I explained very clearly. I know that’s vague, but getting information
from these people is like pulling teeth.
I thought we were on the same page with my recent request… wrong. It was just one more frustrating thing to add
to the list.
But then, the day started to improve…. Remember when I mentioned that W’s 12 month
photo session was a disaster? Well,
somehow the photographer managed to capture some perfect photos of my sweet
little man. I’m so in love with them –
she did an amazing job. Here’s hoping
the day continues to improve.
A few of my favorite photos:
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