Small Things 8-5-13
1. Ok, last night was bad. Not going into details, but trust me when I say it was bad. Today was a no-nap day, due to the timing of his ‘replace the cast’ appointment. Which went…
Not what I was expecting. He freaked out a little when they pulled off the old cast and unwrapped his poor scarred, pinned arm. As long as we were in there, the doc wanted to do a visual check on the pins, and, yeah, it was stomach turning. He cried and I held him while he cried, but I don’t think it hurt, just scared him, because as soon as they started winding cotton gauze around it, he was fine again. (I was still a bit freaked out–not by the pins, but by how limp his little arm was. Droopy. Ugh.)
The cast tech guy was amazing. Like everyone else we’ve dealt with at Boston Children’s. A youngish fellow, and Hen was still freaked out & non-responsive til the guy stuck a leftover piece of cotton fluff on Real Bunny’s nose. Big hit. Smiles & even giggles and lots of questions about how long Real would need the cast on his nose. The cast winding was nifty–that fiberglass stuff is pretty amazing! And the way they wrap the edges so that all the scratchy parts are covered with cotton? Nice and tidy! The craftster in me approves! Then, as we were waiting for the overwrap to harden on the cast, Tech Guy came over with some matching athletic tape & ‘casted up’ Real Bunny’s arm. Hen is so proud that he & Bun have matching casts. Tech Guy earned serious mama points there, I have to say.
So a better fitting cast, and best of all–only one more week, (I fervently hope.)
And the rest of the day, until about an hour before bedtime, he was in a better mood than he’s been since the ordeal began. Likely because this cast is honestly half the size of the previous one. (And, you know, fits and doesn’t bump against those pin ends). Makes a huge difference in how mobile he feels. He was crawling around under the picnic table outside, playing hide & seek with me, running & jumping & laughinglaughinglaughing. Plus he was able to put on one of his hasn’t-been-worn-in-three-weeks shirts, and I think that improved his mood immensely. Kid loves his tshirts.
Here’s hoping tonight is ok, and that tomorrow is good.
2. We’re being decadent and having a wood fire in the library tonight because, well, because we wanted to.
3. Best new zucchini recipe. 450* oven for 25-30 minutes. A zucchini sliced into rounds, tossed with olive oil & pressed into a mixture of parmesan cheese and panko crumbs. Little slices of heaven. I’m already planning on having this for lunch tomorrow.
4. Mapping apps for my iPhone have changed my life for the better. I certainly don’t use my phone as much as many people use theirs, but the ability to punch in an address & have a pleasant voice walk me through how to get there–even in Boston (which is maybe the worst place to drive in the whole country)–is kind of magical.
5. Henry’s desperate to go to the Children’s science museum tomorrow. We mentioned it over the weeken as a rainy day option, but he was being such a pill there was no way I was going to leave the house with him like that and he refused, anyway. But today he asked if we could go, and I told him we’d do it tomorrow since today was going to be cast-day–unless he’d rather go to the zoo tomorrow instead. He was adamant about wanting to go to the museum (he’s never been to a museum, understand, but I think he has figured out the concept from books) and he was weirdly fine with the delay, “But don’t forget, Mommy!” so I’d better follow through. I hope he likes it–it’d be fun to have an indoor place he could go to for a few years for fun, sensory learning stuff. (And too, Mommy could use a bit of time where I’m not as interesting as everything around him. I realized last night that some of what’s got me so run down is simply all the physical contact. Kid weighs almost 45 pounds, and when I’m moving him around all the time the way I am when I’m in with him at night, that’s a lot of moving of heavy things!
Now that he’s got a better-fitting cast, I’m hoping he feels a bit more interested in being a bit more independent again. I probably love snuggling this child as much or more than most mommies love to cuddle. But these last few weeks, where I’ve rarely been more than an arm’s reach away, have been wearing. Mama’s back could use a break!
Wish us sleep. Please, wish good sleep for us!)