I'm not one of those mom's who cried at my daughter's first shots. I always hear mom's saying that it was hard for them to be in the room during their babies shots because they would burst into tears too. That just wasn't me. I mean she was just squeezed out of my birth canal, how bad could a couple of needle pricks be compared to that? It sucks seeing her cry because something hurts but it's usually pain that I know will go away quickly and will soon be forgotten.
Today was a little bit different. We were at Gymboree this morning and Aubrey started crying out of nowhere. She never cries at Gymboree so I found this to be a little bit strange. Then I noticed she was grabbing her arm. I picked her up and tried to console her because I thought maybe she had just bumped it. There was no consoling her. She wasn't scream crying but crying enough that I knew something was up. I took her out into the lobby and looked at her arm. When I lifted it up or bent it upwards she would cry more but she didn't mind when I squeezed it or bent it inward. I knew it wasn't crazy serious because the caliber of her crying wasn't enough for it to be. I called my husband and told him I was coming down to his office so he could look at it. On the way there it hit me, the mommy tears. I guess I am one of those mom's too sometimes it just take more than shots or a skinned knee to make me crack. I hated seeing her in pain that doesn't go away with a song and some extra kisses.
My husband came to the same conclusion as me. She must of twisted it or hyper extended it. How did she do it? I have no idea. She falls and bumps into kids all the time and just shakes it off. I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary this morning but it must have been something. The rest of the day has been pretty miserable because of it. Aubrey won't use her left arm and has been vegging on the couch all day whining. This is pretty unusual for her because even when she is sick I can't manage to get her to sit still. I guess it is just a waiting game to see if it gets better or worse. At this point I think that taking her to the hospital would be just a waste of time. Like I said before I think that if it were a serious injury she would have been screaming her head off. I also think that I would have noticed what caused it. So here I sit on the couch with my little trouper for the rest of the day rotating between Mickey Mouse, Olivia and Peppa Pig.
As I have mentioned before, my daughter is a walker/runner
Take her to the beach, the park, the sidewalk and she will go for miles
We keep this in mind when dining out
We try to go to restaurants that have sidewalks around them so Aubs can burn some energy after dinner
These pictures are from about a week ago after a dinner out with my parents
Aubs had run up and down the sidewalk about a million times and found a chair to rest on
She's too much some times and I mean that in the best way possible
Instead of my usual music video post today,
I am posting this adorable video of Aubs dancing to Ted Nugent's "Stranglehold"
We went to the Florida State Fair yesterday and it was packed so Aubs was confined to her stroller most of the time.
We stopped where a live band was playing to eat something and let he out because it wasn't too busy in that area.
As soon as we let her loose she started dancing-
I guess she really enjoys 70's rock
It doesn't get much better than some baby bed head.
It's the little things that get us through day to day. It's 6:15 in the morning and the sun has just barely begun to rise. I was dozing in and out of a nice warm Nyquil induced sleep when it happened. Out of the corner of eye I saw the little flick flick flick of green light. The light that means little Aubs is stirring in her crib. Stirring loud enough to make the light flicker. With in minutes you can hear the first "mama" and "all done" of the day muffled by the binkie in her mouth.
All I want to do is hit the off button and roll over and go back to sleep. I don't do that of course but I do roll over for about five more minutes with the monitor on. Than I fumble around for my glasses and slowly creep out of bed. I have to pull some Cirque du soleil moves to get out from under the covers without waking Ruby, the dog who is sleeping on my legs. If I wake Ruby, I will not only have Aubs needing to be changed and fed but I have Ru wanting the same thing. I rather break those needs into two if I can help it.
Thankfully I make it into the hallway without a hitch. In the din light of the hall I give myself a little pep talk before opening the baby's bedroom door. "Alright Mal, you're up and that's just how it is. I know you feel like crap but you are not exactly on your death bed. Just go in there and get the baby and start the day."
With that I crack open the door to see Aubs sitting up in her crib. She is having a conversation with her stuffed doll when she spots me. She pops out her bink and says, "Hi Mama". If that alone didn't make me forget about staying in bed than seeing her with crazy baby bedhead surely does the trick.
We often dream about life in big moments. I often forget to stop and recognize the little things that come in between those big moments that make everything worth it. Things as simple as a happy baby with messy hair, a text from my husband in the afternoon just to say he loves me or the way the sunlight pours on to the lawn in the afternoon through the palm trees. It's those simple things that count as much as the big moments, if not more. I am so grateful for every one of them.
