Friday, December 2, 2011

A Scary Morning

Trouble is trouble, and we all know it. If you've read this blog before, it's self explanatory why I refer to him as Trouble. He is two, and he is the epitomy of the "Terrible Twos". Here is another example why the name suits him.
This morning he was very loving. He was getting a lot of attention because Princess and Pirate were both at school. Donkey was in the Jumperoo, right next to where I was sitting. Trouble was playing with some toys nearby, but would come over to us occassionally. I was sitting right there as the incident occurred. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a yellow megablock fall to the floor. Immediately Donkey started screaming and hysterically crying. Trouble looked scared. I picked Donkey up and started rocking him to calm him down. I looked at him and couldn't tell where he had been hit. I knew for sure that Trouble hit him with the megablock. Donkey had his head on my shoulder and when I pulled him back again to look at him there was blood pouring down his face. Pouring is probably too strong of a word, but at that exact moment, that's how it looked to me. I started crying and ran upstairs with him to get a towel to stop the bleeding. I couldn't even tell where the blood was coming from. I was in hysterics when I called my husband. Fortunately he only works 10 minutes away and came right home. I was able to stop the bleeding and could see the cut on Donkey's head. It was a little bigger than the tip of a pen. My husband called our pediatrician, and the nurse told us what to look for in the following 6 hours, signs like vomiting, seizures, etc. Once the initial pain wore off, Donkey was acting fine. He was annoyed that I kept wiping his head. In the end, we were lucky because he didn't need the ER, we didn't need 911, and he didn't need stitches or anything. He was fine. But it was still incredibly scary to see an almost 9 month old baby bleeding so much.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

A long day with a little Monkey

Trouble got back into the habbit of climbing out of his crib. He's been doing it occassionally for a while now, but bed time has always been safe, meaning he'll stay in the crib until he wakes up. Times have changed. After lunch, I always lay Trouble down in his crib first, then go downstairs to give Donkey his bottle, then lay Donkey down in his crib. Trouble & Donkey share a room. So, on this day, I took Trouble upstairs, he used the potty (yay!) and I laid him in his crib. I did all of the normal pre-nap routine - music on, curtains closed, nightlight on. I tucked him in and closed the door. I walked downstairs and changed Donkey's diaper, and got ready to feed him. All of a sudden, I heard footsteps on the stairs. There was Trouble. He got out of the crib and out of his room and decided he was staying up. So, I fed Donkey, then brought Trouble in my room for quiet time with Pirate. After a while, he finally fell asleep in my bed, but only slept for around 25 minutes. Normally he is a really good napper (Thank God, because I need a break from him!), so this 25 minute business wasn't going to cut it. When he woke up, he was a total mess, completely grumpy. After Princess got home from school, Trouble said," I wannanap in my twib." (Translation - I want to take a nap in my crib.) It was going on 4, and I knew a nap that late would kill bedtime, so I wouldn't take him back upstairs. It made for a very unenjoyable afternoon and dinner time. At 7:40, my husband took Trouble up for bed. He usually goes to bed around 8, so this wasn't too early, considering the lack of nap. Hubby came back downstairs, and 2 minutes later, so did Trouble. He did this 3 more times before I said to just let him stay up with the two bigger kids for a little longer. At least Donkey was getting the advantage of falling asleep first. I let the other 3 stay up and watch a Christmas show that was on. I was dreading putting Trouble to bed because I figured he'd follow what he had done all day and we'd be back and forth all night. Thankfully, he was so exhausted from barely sleeping all day that he went to sleep as soon as I laid him in the crib. It still felt like the longest day ever with him. And I couldn't even have a glass of wine to unwind from the long day :)