Mason aka Superman

I am not a bad Mom, I just feel like one.

I woke up feeling pretty exhausted.  Our last two weeks involved working full time, a trip to Calgary (driving) and a trip to the Island.  Throw in some financial seminars after work, housework, grocery shopping...u get the idea.

So it's 6:45am, I wander into the livingroom.  Mason is already up with Clayton (he woke up at 5:30am) and was in a good mood.  Clayton was getting them ready for the day and so I started my  morning routine.   Clayton left Mason and I to take Hershey to the park.  I took Mason into the bedroom with me so I could put in my contacts.  The suitcase is on our bed, so I put Mason beside it to play with the zippers.  Mason isn't a stranger to being on our bed.  From sleeping there (as a wee infant) to learning how to rappel down the sides with the duvet a few months ago.  It wasn't ever a major concern if I left him on the bed for a few minutes while I put laundry away etc.

Today was different.

As I went into our en-suite to put in my contacts, I only had one in before I turned to watch Mason fly from the bed onto the floor.  He landed on his side and the 'bloody murder' screaming came seconds later.  With Toddlers there is always that awful silence before the sound comes out of their little mouth before they cryscream.    I checked him over and he seemed okay, no damaged limbs or scrapes.  It took him a little while to calm down, I figured he scared the crap out of himself.  Since it was nearing nap time, he started to get real sleepy which had me a bit worried because if a person has a concussion, sleeping is a bad thing to do right after.   He seemed okay, so I called into work and crawled into bed with Mason and had about an hour nap. 

When he woke up, he appeared to be happy....until he started to crawl.  Cries of pain and momintution that perhaps he did hurt himself.  So I pack us up and make the trek out to Childrens Hospital (about 1/2 hr away) and check in.  Process was quick, there were about 5 people ahead of me.  In the next four hours, we wait, sit, stand, watch old episodes of Barney (thanks to the tv/dvd player that's in most of the private rooms), see the dr (resident), get xrays (Mason was so patient while they strapped his little body into place), see the dr again, see the attending dr.  Am told he's fine, xray came out okay.  No wait, maybe there is something.  Wait another 20 mins.  Yep, hairline fracture to the ankle (which is better than I thought...I was sure he cracked his hip), okay let's go get casted.  Yikes.  What color? BLUE! Cast is on, okay you can go now.  It's almost 2:30pm and i have yet to eat breakfast.  dizzy.  Sigh.  Leave hospital to deal with non working parking meter.  Lovely.  Mason (21lbs) and his heavy cast in my arms, diaper bag and purse in other arm.  Phone is ringing repeatedly (Clayton).  Sigh.  Get in car, drive.  Mason falls asleep. My stomach gurgles.   Get home put sleepy Mason to bed.  Make Kraft Dinner for me (horrible).  My tummy hurts.  A pigsty of a house to clean and boy I could cry.  Must keep going...,

House is tidy, Mason is cranky.  Does not like lead foot and cries out every time he attempts to move.  I spend a lot of time on his bedroom floor with his toybox emptied so he can reach for whatever he wants to play with.  I try to amuse him while I continue cleaning.  At least this time he can't get too far (sorry, bad joke).  Finally at 7pm ish Clayton gets home.  Mason decides now it's okay to crawl and stand without pain.  Sigh.  At least he's feeling better.


That was my day.  How was yours?


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