What a Week

I'm weary.  I'm worn out.  I'm temporarily a single mother.  I've got a lot on my plate.

As most of you know, Mr. Giovannoni hopped on a jet plane and headed out to Houston, to start his new job.  This last month has been a whirl wind of events and we've been down right busy and stressed.  I didn't even get to hug and kiss the Mr. goodbye before he flew away.

So now that the Mr. is gone, I get to try to do a lot of things on my own.  

• I get to be mom and dad to three kids who are home all day and all night.  
• I get to pack up an entire home by myself, so that I can move in with my husbands family so that I'm not alone.  
• I get to cook, clean, pack, and drag all three kids with me everywhere I go, every day! 
• I get to lay in a bed all by myself late at night and toss and turn and fret about how I'm not balanced enough to do it all.
• I get to stress out, cry, laugh, yell and feel terrible inside because I'm an emotional and physical wreck.

But I digress, because this post is about someone who's had it much worse than I have this week and yet manages to be happy in-spite of it all.  

This week as I was running around trying to collect moving supplies as well as secure a storage unit, I decided to drop my kids off at their Grandma Giovannoni's.  I went to use the restroom and when I came out I heard a whole lot of screaming.  Apparently Isaac had fallen down 2 stairs that lead into Grandma's kitchen.  He was a little more hysterical than usually but I attributed that to the big fuss, his Grandma and Great Grandma were making.  He had a tiny little red bump on his head so I figured he was fine.  I got him settled down, but he kept having these tantrums, and I couldn't figure out what his problem was.  After a while I gave up on trying to make him happy and I left for a little while to get my errands done.  When I came back Isaac was really whiny and grumpy so I packed the kids up in the car and headed home.  

When I got home my neighbor came over to check on me and just happened to grab Isaac by the hand, He jerked his arm away as fast as he could and we looked at each other like "that was weird" so we tried grabbing his hand again.  He winced and whimpered when we touched his right arm.  And all of the sudden everything started making a lot more sense...He was hurt.  After exploring with his arm a little I decided that I better take him somewhere to have his arm looked at.  It wasn't swollen or bruised but the way he refused to use it and the sensitivity to touch made me really worried. 

My friend Stacie said she'd watch my other two kids, (and I'm so thankful she did) and I ran Isaac to an Insta-Care.  

Kids are resilient.

While we were waiting to be seen, Isaac was as happy as could be, he was even using his hurt arm.  I started to wonder why I was even bringing him in.  

The Dr. that saw us told me she was pretty sure he had fractured his wrist.  So we headed off to have X-rays done.  

The x-ray tech told me she wasn't a Dr. but she was sure he had fractured his wrist. 

So we headed back to the Dr. office, X-rays in tow.  She showed me his X-rays and said "See that?  He broke his wrist right here".  And sure enough there was a big crack through his bone.  I felt like the most awful mother ever for not realizing my baby was hurt sooner. 

They put a removable cast on his arm and sent us home with instructions to watch him carefully so that he wouldn't fall and re-injure his arm and to watch that he didn't get his cast wet. 

Imagine with me the horror I felt as I thought about his tendency to fall all the time (I blame his giant head and it's ever losing battle with gravity) and his love affair with playing in the toilet.  I knew I was in for it.

Earlier in the week Isaac was chasing his ball down the drive way when gravity overtook him and he skinned up his forehead, I'll admit it looked awful.  Now I wondered how I'd take him out in public without people secretly wondering if I beat my child, thanks to the nasty looking forehead wound and his arm in a cast. 

So remember when they told me to be vigilant in watching him.  Well I didn't do such a good job of that either.  As I was putting some boxes in the garage Isaac wondered out into our front porch.  The next thing I hear is him crying.  When I came out of the garage I saw that he had head dived off our front cement stairs.  What wasn't mangled in the first forehead accident, was now banged up too!  

I felt absolutely horrible.  

Later that evening as he was running around outside letting out some pent up energy, the mosquito's found what little unbruised and unblemished forehead he had left and dined there.

So on top of it all now he has mosquito horns all over his forehead. 

I teased my neighbor that his little face couldn't look any worse than it already did.  Famous last words!

But I figured the worst was over.  That's what I get for thinking!

Enter this evening.  

I decided to start packing Dylan's room, which required me taking apart his wooden bed set.  As I broke it down piece by piece I stacked the wood end piece against the wall so I could vacuum the floor.   As I was vacuuming, I heard Isaac crying again.  When I looked over he had tipped the wood end piece over on top of himself.  When I pulled him out he had a GIGANTIC goose egg on his forehead.  It stuck out a good inch and a half from his head, it was horrible.

I rushed him upstairs to ice it, and then I noticed his mouth was bleeding too. 

I think this is the part where I acknowledge that I'm a complete and total failure at being a good mom. 

It wasn't but ten seconds after I gave him some ice to suck on and a tearful hug from me, that he was back on his feet, smiling up a storm, clapping his hands and doing his thing. 

So I thought I'd ask if anyone has a rubber room I can come use to keep this baby safe and unhurt?

Because dang it I LOVE HIM, and I don't want to see him get hurt anymore!