It's been a long day and it's only 10:30. I remember the days when 10:30 was *early*, these days I am longing for my bed by 9!
So many things happened today, I tried to remember all the small details that make up a day in my life, but it seems like it is inevitable that I will miss something. Here are the highlights of my day:
Both Dominick and I had to have blood drawn today. Me for my kidney issues and Dominick because his doctor routinely checks iron levels at 9 months. I assumed that the test would be one of those little sticks in the toe, nothing with an actual needle. Not in my little baby! Of course, by the time I found out it was going to be an actual needle I didn't have time to protest. (much) My heart immediately started pounding in anticipation. My poor monkey! The nurse who drew my blood had another nurse come in to help "hold him down". She then told me to prepare for a screaming fit, but "it's ok, he will surely nap after screaming so hard" Umm, is that supposed to make me feel BETTER? So, now, of course I am beyond freaking. But, I must keep it together for my munchkin. I didn't want him to feel my anxiety, so I tried to relax when Steve placed him on my lap. We gave him his favorite binky and I held his left hand as tenderly as I could as the nurse prepared his right arm for the needle. The whole time Dominick sat calmly on my lap, giving both nurses his famous look. The inquisitive look that often gets misinterpreted as a "mean" look. When they were ready with the needle I swear my heart stopped beating, or at least skipped a beat or two. I had to turn my head as they poked my poor boy's arm . . . I kissed his head and talked softly to him, fully expecting a fit and a half. What did we get? Barely a whimper! He was such a trooper. He sat still and watched the nurses do their thing as if he were merely allowing them the privilege. I was so proud of him! My little tough guy!!
A couple other little things happened today. Dominick went over to the end table in the living room, pulled himself up and came face to face with a picture of my Mama. He tried to reach for it, when he couldn't he lifted his cute little hand and waved. I almost cried. I said " Oh, are you saying Hi to Grandma "? Which just felt so weird coming out of my mouth. Grandma? I kept saying "Say Hi to Grandma", thinking maybe if I say it a few times it will sound more normal. Never happened. The little moments like those will fill my heart with sadness until the day I die. Doesn't help that today is the 29th, the day my Daddy died 21 years ago. How could I ever call him Grandpa when I barely had the opportunity to call him Daddy? *sigh*
The last cute little thing that happened today is Dominick tried to clap his hands. Tried. In trying he nearly knocked himself out a few times, but, it was still the cutest thing. I've only been trying to teach him how to clap since he was, oh, a week old? hah. Now, when I say "Yay" or "Clap Hands" he knows what I am saying! Who could ask for more!?
Oh, did I say last? I forgot one more thing. After giving Dominick his dinner of carrots and peaches, he seemed a bit out of it. Tired and just kind of zoning out. At one point he looked like he was pooping, with some strain. Poor booger. So, a little while later, during his tubby he just didn't seem like his splashy, singy self. He kept pulling, squeezing and scratching at his belly. I couldn't figure it out. Sometimes he "finds" new body parts, and thought maybe it was that. But, that paired with his zoning out seemed too coincidental. Steve mentioned that maybe he has a tummy ache and is trying to tell me. He said I should be happy that he has a way to show me his tummy hurt. He was right, but I still just couldn't believe that that's what it was. So, we cut tubby time a little short. When I lay him down to change him he strained and let out a big ol' fart! He was so relieved after that, back to himself again. Singing, playing, blowing bubbles. My poor little monkey had a belly ache! For some reason this makes me happy? Ha, I am just still kind of shocked that he can express himself so clearly. I gave him some gas medicine and he went peacefully to sleep.
That was over 3 hours ago and since then I feel like I've done nothing! Where does the time go!?
Wonder what "little" moments will fill up my blog tomorrow!!
