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| 07.20.04 (7:41 pm) [edit] |
I had the strangest day.
Everything was business as usual till about 1pm. Lucas was coughing and making little moaning noises. I walked over to him, and he didn't look like "himself". He wasn't running around, getting into trouble, etc. I thought maybe he was tired, but I knew something was wrong. I put him up to bed for a nap, but left his door wide open so I could easily check on him after a few minutes.
Before I could check on him, he was at the top of the stairs calling for me, so I brought him back down. The phone rang, then when I looked over to see what he was doing, he was curled up with a blanket on the floor. Such a cute little boy. Every so often I heard the little cough, and the moaning... THEN, He puked. Now, for most parents this would not seem so monumental, but he never did this before, so naturally I freaked out. All he wanted was to cuddle...wouldn't move around or anything. I tried to get him to drink water...then a cracker. He wasn't ready for the cracker...puked again.
By the time Casey woke from her nap, Lucas was calling for her, and seeming to feel a little better. I had turned on the air conditioning and that helped I guess. In the interim I called my friend Kim to ask for advice and also the doctors office. I must have sounded like a nut. By 5 pm, all was well. The kids took a bath and Lucas was back to business as usual. What a kid!
Then there is Casey. She acted so tired even after her nap. She ate a good dinner-her favorite, mac and cheese. Then at bedtime, she went straight up to bed-no fight at all. After a while had passed I heard her crying...she was saying, "mommy...." and then something i couldnt understand over the monitor. I went up to her room... She was hardly even awake. She was saying, "mommy I broke it...mommy I broke it". She was referring to the fact that she had her little purple brush (she insists on sleeping with it) entangled in her blanket and couldn't get it out. She was crying a cry that made me rush to her bedside to see what was wrong, and this time it was a tangled up brush. I reassured her that it wasn't broken, removed it from the blanket and handed it to her. Without opening her eyes she flashed a huge smile, hugged her brush tight and went back to sleep.
This is the stuff I live for. Mommies don't just change diapers, give baths and make sure they are well-fed. Occassionally we rescue purple brushes.
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