Finally. I feel like myself. Thursday through Tuesday I was sick. Seriously sick. I've felt that bad once in my life. When I was pregnant with Trenton and my kidneys got infected and started shutting down. That was bad. This was a close second. And that says alot. I've had scarlet fever. Twice. Scott did such a great job taking the kids from me and watching them by himself for several days and still taking care of me.
I was crying, whining, sleepy, hurting, swollen, miserable sick. It was truly awful. Scott got sick Sunday, so since neither of us could take care of the kids, we sent them to my parents. Tuesday was weakness and recovery. So today, Wednesday, I finally got to see them again. It's such torture not to see you kids for so long.
They're home now and all is right with the world.
I'm a terrible mommy.
Trenton got a swimming pool from my parents for his birthday. Scott spent all day yesterday setting it up. He's been so excited so when he got home from my parents house (and after the random thunder/hail storm) and surprised him. More on that later.
While Trenton was playing with Scott inside the pool, I put Carter in his chair on the porch so I could take pictures. Carter was strapped in and that means he's safe, right? Wrong. I turned to check on him and saw him hit the ground. He leaned too far forward in his chair apparently and he AND the chair dumped over. He banged his head, ON THE CONCRETE!! Luckily, his little chair is only a few inches off the ground, but still...
He didn't cry much. Just for a second until I grabbed him. He pretty much stopped the second I picked him up. But he has a nasty scrape on his noggin. And it'll be worse tomorrow, I'm sure.
This is AFTER, while I was sick last week, he rolled off our bed. I blame that on my hazy reflexes, but regardless...
I feel terrible. Completely terrible. It's my fault. Completely my fault. So now I can't sleep because I'm afraid he's going to have a concussion or something. He seems fine, but who knows.
Haven't had my baby back for a whole day yet and I've broken him already.
I could just cry.