Today Walter had his tonsils out and sinus surgery. Whoo hoo, he knows how to have a good time on a Tuesday morning! So, needless to say he's not feeling very hot. He did tell me that his throat was on fire though so maybe he IS feeling hot :) Surgery went well and I struck up a fun conversation with the doctor. She has kids that go to a school I used to work at.
Wes came with us because it's just easier to feed him that way, and the grandmas took shifts with Xavier at home. To my surprise Wes was pretty good considering we were there 6 hours. He even took 2 decent naps in the stroller. And of course he charmed all the nurses because he's just cute like that.
Coming home is when it all went downhill.......
Wes decided to puke all over the place requiring 2 outfit changes within an hour of being home.
Xavier decided to poop in his pants not once, but twice this evening. That's a big ol mess!
Many struggles with an "I can do it myself" 2 year old.
X landing in time out for pushing Wes over on the hardwoods.
Wes trying to (thankfully unsuccessfully) pull a plant stand down on himself.
X whining about...well, pretty much everything.
And one of the scariest things that can happen when your kids are little.....
Wes fell down an entire flight of stairs.
It was my fault. I opened the gate to the (carpeted) basement steps earlier for X and forgot to close it. I was getting some medicine for Walter and Wes crawled over and went down head first and tumbled to the bottom. I started screaming and raced down the steps. He was crying pretty hard but I was able to half way calm him within a minute or two. I nursed him and he calmed down completely and then acted as if nothing had happened. There were no cuts, no blood, just one red mark on his hairline above his eye. I called the pediatrician immediately to see if I should take Wes to the ER (ped's office already closed). Our doctor said just to watch him since he wasn't exhibiting any signs of injury but to call back (even gave me his home number) if Wes started vomiting or became very lucid. The fact that the steps were carpeted and that he tumbled rather than dropped straight down protected him somewhat.
As a mother I feel awful. I am supposed to protect him. I'm so thankful that he's ok and so mad at myself for my mistake in not remembering to close the gate. It will NOT happen again.
Poor Walter, who was half asleep when Wes fell, rushed out of the bedroom when he heard me screaming. But then he was hit with total nausea and weakness from moving so fast and could barely stand up. Not exactly a good start to his recovery.
I'm hoping for a restful night for all of us. Tomorrow will be a better day.
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