Labor Day Weekend

Due to absolutely no effort on my part, I accidentally came across my old blog from when I was making my son baby food. Interested? Here is the link: http://babyfoodingadventures.blogspot.com/

This was a weekend like I never expected. I traded shifts with my fellow night auditor to work his Friday and Saturday and he worked my Sunday and Monday. I've been having trouble lately getting more than 2-3 hours of sleep each night before work. So by Sunday morning after my shift, I was beat. I got home at about 7:45am and spent a little while with my boys and some time wrapping presents. At about 9am or so I went upstairs to get some rest before my fiance's birthday bar-b-que.

About 20 minutes later he comes upstairs with my son screaming in his arms and tells me he fell into a fire pit and burned his arm. The fire pit hadn't been used in a few days and there was a sprinkler on in the area, so I guess no one expected any embers to still be hot. I guess they were wrong. So I sat up, took a deep breath and asked for him so I could snuggle him and see the damage. He was crying so hard and I couldn't do anything to help. His dad and grandma had put ointment on him and I didn't know what to do. His dad said he would try to put him down for a nap so that he could rest since, on top of getting hurt, he had gotten up extra early and was very tired. Less than a minute later, they come back in and tell me that he needs to go to the hospital. So we get ourselves together as quickly as possible and head over to the ER, where the three of us spent the rest of the morning. My poor little guy screaming and crying in pain almost the whole time. We gave him infant tylenol before leaving the house and it didn't help. They gave us some ice and saline solution and said to keep cold gauze on his arm to take away heat. He hated it so much. The nurse gave him children's tylenol after what seemed like ages. And eventually the doctor decided to give him a shot of morphine. I think I felt my heart break as my poor little angel writhed and screamed out in agony in my arms. I cried with him for a little while. His dad and I took turns trying to comfort him and a nice janitor turned the television to cartoons, which distracted him briefly from time to time. He eventually fell asleep on my chest. Of course, that is when the doctor decided was a good time to put cream on his arm and wrap it up. So he woke him up after such a brief nap and then we were allowed to leave. The ER doctor wanted us to followup with his pediatrician today. Since we just got new insurance a couple of weeks ago and I spent the last week researching different doctors, I hadn't had a chance to meet with anyone yet. I had chosen a doctor who had terrific reviews, was very close and was supposed to be accepting new patients. As it turned out, they were only accepting newborns as new patients. I was so disappointed. So I went back online, did some more research, found an even better website than I used last time, called around, found someone who also had great reviews, accepted our insurance and wasn't too far; and she could see him tomorrow. Thank goodness. I hope that she is good. I am really looking forward to finding a pediatrician for Gene that really knows him and he can go to for a long time.

After we left the hospital we got some lunch, picked up his sister to celebrate their dads birthday and headed home. My fiance opened his presents and loved them. We got him a couple of shirts, a new hat, some slippers and a new cookbook. His parents and brother chipped in for a gift card so he could put it towards a new laptop. It was his 30th birthday. Since The Bean had calmed down, I was able to lay down for a little while and get some sleep. I slept for about 2-3 hours and joined the bbq. The rest of the day seemed to go pretty well. We called it a night pretty early and left the few remaining guests with the rest of the family to continue the fun and games.

The following day I was able to spend most of it catching up on sleep. I got up to help with our nephew who spent the night and then we hung out and enjoyed the day. The Bean went down for a nap and his dad and I decided it was a good time to lay down, too. So we went upstairs and took a nap also. When The Bean woke up, his dad got up with him and I was able to sleep until 9:00 at night! I got up for a couple of hours and went back to sleep until this morning, to my surprise really. We woke up, got dressed and went to see my step-daughter off for her first day of middle school. When her dad and I first met, she was just 6 years old. And now she is in the sixth grade! Amazing how time just seems to get passed you. She'll be 11 in less than 6 weeks!

Thanks for reading.
Peace & love,
Emily