Clara woke me up at 5:55 this morning. Sometimes this is okay, except really it’s not ever okay.
But today it was extra cruel because I can’t walk and Brian is in North Carolina for work and I was hoping she’d stay in bed until Anna woke up so she could help me take Clara down the stairs.
It’s 9:12 am and Anna is still sleeping.
I keep my hopes very high.
Not only did I struggle with “how in the hell will I get her down the stairs” but also, I need to brush my teeth and put my contacts in and also bras are handy to have on sometimes but leaving Clara on the bed while I perform these typically simple duties is dangerous since she’ll crawl right off the bed.
Have I mentioned she started crawling? It’s true. About five days after my injury she started crawling. Isn’t that spectacular? Know what is spectacular? Our babysitter’s last day was the very same day of my injury. hahahahahaha, oh life. You’re so crazy.
But, luckily, I have since hired a new babysitter who we love that will start next week. I can’t wait. Also, I CAN NOT WAIT.
Anyway, back to this morning. I was able to turn a Baby Einstein video on in our room, so Clara was pretty captivated. I was able to brush, contact lens and bra myself.
The task at hand was getting down the stairs with my crutches and this very large 10 month old. I’ve included a photo of her chubbiness. I’m not sure how this happened.
Anyway, we did it. (with baby monitor and iPhone tucked into my waistband) I slid down on my bottom,with Clara on my lap, sliding my crutches down as we descended.
I then proceeded to get my coffee, which sounds simple but with crutches, walking with coffee? IMPOSSIBLE.
Well, almost. I did that, too.
I found out yesterday that I won’t be walking without crutches for another two weeks. Also, no driving. These things madden me and make sad. But I realized I’m grateful for a few things.
Two: having kids 8 and 9 years ago (they’re such good helpers)
Three: things with hooks (things can hang so nicely from the bars where my hands go.)(but then when things are hanging there, my hands can’t go there. It’s quite a predicament.)
Four: people who help (so so thankful for this)
Five: a machine that ices me four times a day
Oh, it’s 9:35 and Anna’s is STILL sleeping. I’m so glad I made it down the stairs a long, long, LONG time ago. Now it’s time to head back up for Clara’s morning nap.