I feel like I have fallen off the blogosphere. Here's why:
Wednesday: Grandma Y. left and Noah was pretty sad. I went to help him up on the chair with me while I was nursing Callie. I pulled him up by the arms to help him up. I thought I heard something "pop" but checked him afterwards and didn't see anything. He cried the entire day. At first I thought it was because he missed grandma. I laid him down for awhile. Meanwhile, my stepmom, Kathy, came to help us out. He just kept crying all day. Not a whiny cry, but a genuine cry. For the life of us, we couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. Finally at around 3, Dave was consoling him and finally realized that he wasn't using his right arm at all. We called the doctor and they got us right in. Apparently, he got what's called "nursemaid's elbow". He probably got it that morning when I helped him up on the chair. It happens often (didn't lessen my guilt at all) to toddlers as they are hanging or pulling on things they snap a ligament out of place. The doctor fixed it in no time and he was fine. I did OK until all the nurses started comforting me, then I really started to cry. I felt like I got the bad mom award yesterday. Poor Noah and although it was an accident, it was my fault.
Afterwards, he was trying for the rest of the evening. It was a rough night. He had problems sleeping. Callie had MANY problems sleeping. Dave was at work, so I am beat today.
Thursday: I went to the doctor this morning to get antibiotics for an infection. I was just annoyed because, well...I just was at having to go to the doctor. I have been exhausted all day, but every time I tried to nap there was some other hiccup that needed to be dealt with. It was unfortunate, since I had the help, that I couldn't successfully take a nap. I am hoping to try and get some better sleep tonight. Dave is home with me as this is our first night on our own. It's been kind of nice to try out our new routine. Kelsey brought us a rockstar dinner tonight with a "Happy 1 week old" cake for Callie. It was super cute. I have so much that I want to try and get done here, but really...trying to get sleep is becoming a more pressing need. I just have to remind myself that there is grace in not getting everything done right away. My kid is only a week old. OK...on that note, I think I am going to sign off and rest (while I can).