Robin hit me up for this meme, and it is WAY harder than I thought. And I thought it would be hard! If you know me in real life, you know that 6 words is barely a sentence for me!
Reader. Writer. Talker. Laugher. Thinker. Mom.
I don’t have the brainpower to think of someone to tag. Consider it you.
Jill called me tonight as she was getting ready to put Noah to bed.
Over dinner, they talked about who is friends at day care are. (Awwwwwwwwwe.)
Then she asked about his teachers.
Noah got quiet.
“Is Miss So-And-So one of your teachers?”
Noah answered.
“Miss So-And-So scary.”
Scary!
Jill pressed for details, which Noah did not provide.
But the same Miss So-And-So was the subject of a “we used to go there but our kid was terrorized” horror story I heard over dinner out a couple of weeks ago.
I think that we have 6+ months to figure out WTF to do with day care for Baby Blur, and in the mean time, Noah cannot stay at this SCARY day care where he gets f*ing INJURED. TWICE. In one week.
In the mean time, I’ll try not to cry until I get home.
Here I am in Hawaii, finally online after days of withdrawl. I’ve missed you. I’ll tell you all about the jet lag, strange landscapes, volcano, traffic, etc soon.
Back at home, Noah saw the Orthopedist this morning, and now he is sporting a green fiberglass waterproof cast. He returns for a follow up visit in 3 weeks, when we hope it will be removed.
And Eric, if we move back to Milwaukee, we would LOVE to have you care for Noah during the day. We got a similar offer from a SAHM friend in DC/Takoma Park, and wow are we missing all of you.
In other news, the church day care called yesterday. They say there is a 90% chance there will be a spot there for Noah in June.
There’s a BUT.
They are MUCH less confident that there will be a space available in November or December for Blur.
The inconvenience factor is about as high as we could tolerate … if we’re driving around to multiple locations, that calculus changes.
They will call back in a week or so with an update. We will try to figure out what to do in the meantime.
I leave Sunday afternoon for a conference in Hawaii. I’ll be gone all week — I have no idea how often I’ll have the time and inclination to check or update the blog. Or other forms of electronic communication.
In the meantime, here’s a picture of Noah ignoring the restrictions of his sling:
Noah had a bad fall at day care. Yes, again.
This time, it was off of the slide instead of the swing set. But it was visibly swollen.
This time, Jill got him and took him to the pediatricians, who said, “Back to Children’s Hospital Radiology.”
Sure enough. Broken. Both bones in the wrist.
They’re called “buckle” fractures, and one of them is also “impacted.” He’s in what they call a splint, which looks like a sort of semi-soft cast wrapped in 2 ace bandages, and then in a sling.
You can just imagine how much Noah likes that. “Stuck, mommy! I’m stuck!” Yes, sweetie, you are. And you’re going to stay stuck, most likely for several weeks. I’m sorry.
Other than being cranky about the sling and splint, Noah is doing surprisingly well. He played pretty happily in the hallways at the hospital, running, coloring, and playing with his best friend Gordon.
He even said thank you to the woman who put the cast on his arm. (Granted, that was when she was just measuring his arm, not after she actually wrapped it and made us hold it still until the splint set.) As always, the staff are incredibly nice there. As much as I like our pediatricians, I have never left the hospital without wondering if the doctor we saw also sees patients in a regular private practice.
Naturally, none of his pj tops or long sleeved shirts fit over this splint thing.
And I’m supposed to go to Hawaii on Sunday afternoon, until next week Friday. We’ll see. I’m playing that by ear for now.
Let me preface this by saying that everyone seems to be fine.
Noah fell off of the swing set at day care this morning, and landed badly on his arm. They iced it and called me, but it was clearly still hurting horribly when I arrived roughly half an hour after the fall.
The doctor said she didn’t think it was a broken clavicle or a dislocated shoulder, but she wanted us to get it x-rayed to make sure there was no hairline fracture.
By then, Jill was back from her thing at work and we both took him to the children’s hospital. Unfortunately, of course the actual x-ray part was the worst, and also the part where I couldn’t be there. The first question the x-ray tech asks when you walk in the door is “Is there any possibility that either of you could be pregnant?”
I sat outside with the 7 year old who was next in line, listening to Noah shrieking his lungs out. I tried to assure her that he wasn’t screaming because it hurt, but because he was scared and too little for us to explain what was going on, and because I couldn’t be in the room because I’m going to have a baby.
It was definitely more for me than for her. Not that it worked for either of us.
But we learned that he’s just bruised/strained, not broken.
Noah dozed off on the way home from the hospital, 2 hours past his normal naptime. But he woke up when we got home and stayed awake.
I went back to work for 1.5 hours to try to wrap up a couple of big items that I absolutely must wrap up by the end of the week when I leave for the big conference in Hawaii. And in following up on the most important item, I got an email autoresponse that the key person I need to do something is gone from today through 3/27. Ugh.
And Jill figured out that it is both shoulder AND wrist that is hurting Noah. At bedtime, I noticed bruises starting to turn purple on his right wrist.
We’re supposed to give him motrin and try to ice it for 20 minutes a few times/day. The motrin is totally doable. Anyone have any tips for icing a toddler?
On a lighter note, I got home and noticed this catalog on top of the recycling:
I *know* that those letters are in Hebrew and they are upside down and should read from right to left. UPDATE: If you want the actual translation, click on the picture. The always helpful Shelli provides it on in the Flickr comments.
But as someone who can only actually read in English, my mind bounced between, “How did they know that we’re gay? And goy?” (Click the link! Click it! Goggle manages to make my literacy conundrum even funnier!)
Somebody also got a treat after dinner. Not just me — Noah too!
What can I say? He’s cute.
Tonight at bedtime, Noah and I read 2 books. First, Punk Farm on Tour, and then I’m a Big Brother. Which he calls “The Max Book” for no reason we can discern — the narrator of that book is never named. Except that Noah points at him and says, “Max!”
While I organized the toys and drink into his bed, Noah stood quietly and read from one of his other favorites, My First Words. It’s a picture book with themed pages. While I arranged trains, Noah quietly murmured, “toast. more toast. peanut butter toast. juice. apple. banana.” Think he was on the food page?
We love listening to him “read” and narrate stories between his trains.
