Baby bird

Poor baby bird has a hurt wing. This past week has been one of little sleep, many tears and lots of love. It all began on Friday evening when I was making her dinner, just to give this post some flavor, Greta was having scrambled eggs with cheddar cheese, a Belgian waffle and fresh strawberries, grapes and banana. Oh, yeah.. and chocolate milk (it was Friday, you know). She was playing in our living room and running around like usual when she fell in the kitchen right behind me. She whimpered and got up reaching out to me for a kiss. Then she went on her way, down to our family room with Derek and Jack. She didn't eat dinner and didn't protest when it was time for books and lullabies and bedtime. In the night she did wake up, but I thought it was because she could hear Jack bellowing for party time at 3 am. She was singing. Then, first thing Saturday morning she showed us she was in pain. We took her arm out of her jammies to see that it was very swollen. We called the doctor and took her in. She was so good and did everything they asked but cried when her arm was extended fully. An xray was ordered. We were at the hospital most of the day and came home and ate "hangeburgers" and "chocate" milkshakes. Then we also realized that poor Greta was also getting Derek's bronchitis. Oh no!
So, Greta has been absolutely pitiful. Her temperature was lingering at 101 and she was lethargic. She wouldn't move, but just cried and cried. Her little arm hung at her side and she screamed if you touched it. Seeing your baby hurt so much is terrifying. I couldn't leave her side. Derek ran for juice and popsicles and I made homemade chicken noodle soup. Cohen brought over soup and banana bread and an Elmo balloon with his condolences. Everyone's thoughts were for Greta. The doctor called and reported that the xray could not determine if her elbow was broken or not because her bones are so young. But because there is fluid on the elbow he thinks it requires another xray. We wait. I have never been so worried. I have never felt more like a mother. There is power in kissing booboos and cooling fevers and it comes from that place that only other mothers know about.

Simple Things

We met our good friends for breakfast a Sunday ago. Greta and Cohen are great friends and it had been such a long time since we had seen them. We got there much earlier than the crowd - we are up before the sun. Greta and Cohen played and shared Cheerios. They were so sweet with their blankets and hugs. I know that they won't be like this forever, but I love it more than anything else when I see loving children. Especially mine. Maybe it balances out the temper tantrums that I try so hard to calm each day... Maybe this is my little reward. So, Greta and Coco shared a bag of Cheerios on the floor laying nose to nose, and I had biscuits and gravy and Jack had boob, and it turned out to be a morning worth writing about.

Prepare for Cute

He just looks so sweet. This is where he settled down for a little nap this afternoon while I had lunch. His cheeks are rosy. Be my Valentine, Jack!