So Mama got sick for Christmas - a horrible cough and very hoarse and just didn't feel very good. But Ethan & Alex were both healthy (or on the mend anyway in the case of Ethan) so I didn't complain too loudly. I never had a fever or anything - possibly a sinus infection but too much to do to make Christmas extra special to stop for a doctor visit so I'm slowly recovering and the cough is lessening. This could be due to the frequent check-ups Ethan is giving me with his new kit. Or it could be due to the sweetest things he says sometimes. The other night we said prayers - I think this was Christmas Eve actually and at the end we said the "God bless Ethan & Alex..."etc part and at the end before he said "Amen" Ethan said "& help Mama to get better." He said it and smiled at me and said "Amen & kisses Mama"....he is such a sweet boy - that was so sweet. The next night he said it again and since he coughed in the middle, he prayed for him to get better, too. That boy is just too cute.
Alex tends to fall over when he gets tired...he totally comes by that naturally and today was total proof....after naptime, Steve fixed the outlet in the living room so the lightswitch would again work the lamps in the room. Then I tried to run an extension cord to the other lamp & in doing so, I bumped the corner shelf on top of which stands our 2.5 foot tall unity candle my dad made for us. I realized this only after the candle fell on my head.
Had it hit one of the boys, it would have knocked them out cold. As it was, I had an instant knot on my head, quite litterally saw stars and almost puked it hurt so badly. Steve (through his laughter) immediately started getting me an ice pack & motrin. I never actually stood up but just laid my head on the arm of the love seat crying & Alex stood there saying "uh....uh" like Mama - you ok? and when I didn't respond, he started smacking my leg to make sure I knew he was there talking to me. Ethan just kept asking me if I was ok and brought me the ice pack while Steve kept looking for Motrin. The ice pack was too hard so he took it back to his Daddy saying, "Daddy, Mama needs a soft one. This is too hard for her head." Steve checked out the knot and there was no blood - he'd actually thought I just bumped the shelf with my head until he noticed as he got up from the floor where he'd just finished with the outlet that the candle wasn't up there - he then knew instantly what had happened. When I calmed down enough, I called my dad to ask if he'd made the candle of lead or cast iron - he assured me (again laughing) that it was just beeswax & parafin(sp?) - nothing that would "hurt" me...the candle must weigh 20 lbs or something - I don't know but it's freaking heavy and it truly gave me a concussion. But that wasn't the end of my day...no no...we have a "safety" gate blocking the boys from going into the kitchen when we're cooking so they don't get burned. I went to cross this and somehow managed to kick the door just right with my little toe that I didn't quite break the toe but did bruise it badly and made it bleed a bit. Ethan oversaw me pouring the peroxide on it and then helped me pick out a Nemo bandaid to make it "all better." You think that's the end of the "Mama's a clutz" bit - nope....no no...definitely not. I got the boys drinks for bed and started to take them up but decided I needed to put hte ham away first. So I got the big container out of the lower cabinet - it's way in the back cause it's used so infrequently....I totally hit my head - rather the bump on my head - on the inside of the cabinet. Seriously - I have to be the only one in the world who could have done that. I managed not to puke but did have to make poor Alex get himself up the stairs as I was basically crawling up myself what with the black spots in front of my eyes making walking up the stairs not a great idea. Ethan wanted to read a bedtime story again but I had to tell him that I just couldn't because my head hurt so bad. He said "ok Mama - it's ok." and during prayers, he added "& for Mama's head to feel better" - he is just the sweetest thing sometimes....so I've basically been sitting since then - just writing out the events of Christmas & today so as not to chance hurting myself again. Steve is already prepared to wake me in a couple of hours just to make sure I can wake up. I'm leery of actually going to bed though because the slightest pressure on the knot on my head nauseates me and it's on the side that I normally have to lay on to sleep....sleeping tonight should be loads of fun. For those who thought maybe I grew out of being a clutz (since I was well known for this throughout life), please note, I don't anticipate that ever happening.
So now, I'll sign off with thoughts of sweet Ethan & Alex patting my leg to make sure I knew he was checking on me. Good night all.
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