Last night I dreamt that I was diagnosed with mono and ordered a week of strict bed rest. And it was the best dream ever. Until. My dream self informed the doctor that this simply couldn’t happen because this week is both the 1st and the 3rd of the month and we are severely short-staffed.
I am both proud of and horrified at my dream self.
Also, really tired.
Also last night:
My 5-year-old thought he could fly and jumped/fell off the top bunk and fractured his right wrist in 2 places. Buckle fracture so it is more bowed and bent than actually broken. Still involves 4 to 6 weeks of cast.
And I couldn’t help but think, after I knew he was ok:
As many people who gave me an opinion on medicating my little one… Well they can suck it. I argued from day 1 that he was a danger to himself. We parents who medicate don’t make that decision lightly. By the point he took flight, meds had worn off for the day and he was left with no help.
Baby books are seriously lacking a spot for baby’s first fracture. Also: stitches, black eye, etc.
My kid is really brave. As much pain as he was in, he let them work on him.