Of Crying and Trying
You know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men. Actually no, I don't actually know the second line but it's just as well.
I've been trying to focus on the positives with little success. I guess it's a process. I had a few bad days last week. I wasn't feeling too good. From what I read on Dr. Google, I think I might have had a mild case of mastitis. I was really sore and I felt like I had the flu - achy, exhausted and hot and cold. I was sweating all the time so I was either freezing or cooking! From what I read, if I got lots of rest and water and kept nursing the sore side, it would get better. So I rested a lot. I let Abby watch way too much TV and didn't play with her hardly at all. I was too tired to try and she was happiest (and so was I) when she was in the other room watching her movies. I could've read her stories or watched her play but I didn't. Wednesday evening, I had a bath. A hot bath. It made me feel a bit better but the next morning, I was still sweating and feeling gross. I had signed up Abby for a Music for Young Children class at the library so I was determined to go. I was cold and windy but we still went. We went into the room and I parked Isabelle with the other babies (there were two others in car seats) and half way throught the class, I started to feel better. By the time it was done, I was back to normal! Oh, and the lady who is charge of all the children's programs at the library sat in on the class. She watched over the babies and by the end of class, had them all sleeping! Baby Whisperer! Abby had a lot of fun at her class. I was watching the other kids to see how she was doing. Right on track as far as I could tell. Some were participating, some were shy, some were doing both at various times. Abby was shy for parts and really into it for other parts. And of course, when it was all over, took off running through the library and out, down the hallway to the leisure centre and made me run after her hauling the car seat as I went. Could have gone better. Could have been worse.
And that brings me to today. I took Isabelle for her 2 month vaccinations this morning. When I left, it started to sprinkle, I should have taken this for a sign and gone home. But I didn't. We made our way to the Public Health Centre (or Community Health as they cal it now). We were early because Abby wanted to go for a truck ride RIGHT NOW! But I figured it would take awhile to get into the truck, find a parking spot and make the trek across the hospital. The previous appointment had cancelled (second clue) so we went in right away. Abby saw the sink and decided that she needed to pee. The nurse took Isabelle and weighed and measured her while I took Abby to the bathroom to not pee. Then it was time for Isabelle to get poked. When Abby saw that needle go in, she freaked! I don't know who cried louder. I managed to get Isabelle calmed down pretty much right away but Abby was shaking and crying and saying "You hurt her!" Then it was time for the second needle. I had Isabelle set up and I was talking to Abby. The nurse put the needle in, Abby freaked again and knocked the needle away! So Isabelle screamed again (she just got poked again! and of course, didn't get any of the vaccine!) And now Abby is losing it. "Don't hurt her! Don't hurt her!" She's shaking so bad and screaming. I'm trying to hold Isabelle and hug Abby. I thought if I could just hug Abby then she'd calm down. Isabelle had stopped crying but Abby wouldn't let the nurse near Isabelle with that needle again. The nurse got out a piece of paper and some crayons for Abby to distract her. Yeah, my kid doesn't distract easily. Especially when it comes to her sister. She also mentioned that I shouldn't let Abby do that again because the needle could break and get stuck in Isabelle. Thanks. I had no idea that knocking out a needle when you are in the process of giving a vaccination might be a bad idea. I was planning to do it again! It was clear that I couldn't hold both of them at the same time so she got another nurse to hold Isabelle while I held Abby back. Finally we were done. Now Isabelle wouldn't be consoled and Abby decided it was time to go. She took of down the hall but eventually came back. Isabelle wouldn't stop crying so I took her into another room to nurse her. Abby decided to take everything in sight and "hide" it in the stroller. Once I finished putting everything back, it really was time to go. As we headed down the hallway, I saw the sign that read "Please supervise your children. We are working and are not responsible for your children". Thanks. We walked back through the hospital with little fuss. Of course by this time it was raining steadily. I got Abby into her seat, then Isabelle in her spot, folded up the stroller and into the back and then back to Abby to buckle her up (after yelling at her to get out of the driver's seat and back in her chair. Abby kept asking me why I was getting wet and I kept biting my tongue. By the time I got home, I was done.
Maybe next time I'll focus on how Abby is such a good big sister for trying to help Isabelle. Maybe next time I'll try and prepare her better and let her help. Maybe next time I'll just leave her at home.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get Abby off the TV and down for her nap. And scoop myself a big ol' bowl of ice cream.
I found the poem the quote belongs to (thank you Google) It's called To A Mouse by Robert Burns. Here's the stanza:
But little Mouse, you are not alone,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes of mice and men
Go often awry,
And leave us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy!
I've been trying to focus on the positives with little success. I guess it's a process. I had a few bad days last week. I wasn't feeling too good. From what I read on Dr. Google, I think I might have had a mild case of mastitis. I was really sore and I felt like I had the flu - achy, exhausted and hot and cold. I was sweating all the time so I was either freezing or cooking! From what I read, if I got lots of rest and water and kept nursing the sore side, it would get better. So I rested a lot. I let Abby watch way too much TV and didn't play with her hardly at all. I was too tired to try and she was happiest (and so was I) when she was in the other room watching her movies. I could've read her stories or watched her play but I didn't. Wednesday evening, I had a bath. A hot bath. It made me feel a bit better but the next morning, I was still sweating and feeling gross. I had signed up Abby for a Music for Young Children class at the library so I was determined to go. I was cold and windy but we still went. We went into the room and I parked Isabelle with the other babies (there were two others in car seats) and half way throught the class, I started to feel better. By the time it was done, I was back to normal! Oh, and the lady who is charge of all the children's programs at the library sat in on the class. She watched over the babies and by the end of class, had them all sleeping! Baby Whisperer! Abby had a lot of fun at her class. I was watching the other kids to see how she was doing. Right on track as far as I could tell. Some were participating, some were shy, some were doing both at various times. Abby was shy for parts and really into it for other parts. And of course, when it was all over, took off running through the library and out, down the hallway to the leisure centre and made me run after her hauling the car seat as I went. Could have gone better. Could have been worse.
And that brings me to today. I took Isabelle for her 2 month vaccinations this morning. When I left, it started to sprinkle, I should have taken this for a sign and gone home. But I didn't. We made our way to the Public Health Centre (or Community Health as they cal it now). We were early because Abby wanted to go for a truck ride RIGHT NOW! But I figured it would take awhile to get into the truck, find a parking spot and make the trek across the hospital. The previous appointment had cancelled (second clue) so we went in right away. Abby saw the sink and decided that she needed to pee. The nurse took Isabelle and weighed and measured her while I took Abby to the bathroom to not pee. Then it was time for Isabelle to get poked. When Abby saw that needle go in, she freaked! I don't know who cried louder. I managed to get Isabelle calmed down pretty much right away but Abby was shaking and crying and saying "You hurt her!" Then it was time for the second needle. I had Isabelle set up and I was talking to Abby. The nurse put the needle in, Abby freaked again and knocked the needle away! So Isabelle screamed again (she just got poked again! and of course, didn't get any of the vaccine!) And now Abby is losing it. "Don't hurt her! Don't hurt her!" She's shaking so bad and screaming. I'm trying to hold Isabelle and hug Abby. I thought if I could just hug Abby then she'd calm down. Isabelle had stopped crying but Abby wouldn't let the nurse near Isabelle with that needle again. The nurse got out a piece of paper and some crayons for Abby to distract her. Yeah, my kid doesn't distract easily. Especially when it comes to her sister. She also mentioned that I shouldn't let Abby do that again because the needle could break and get stuck in Isabelle. Thanks. I had no idea that knocking out a needle when you are in the process of giving a vaccination might be a bad idea. I was planning to do it again! It was clear that I couldn't hold both of them at the same time so she got another nurse to hold Isabelle while I held Abby back. Finally we were done. Now Isabelle wouldn't be consoled and Abby decided it was time to go. She took of down the hall but eventually came back. Isabelle wouldn't stop crying so I took her into another room to nurse her. Abby decided to take everything in sight and "hide" it in the stroller. Once I finished putting everything back, it really was time to go. As we headed down the hallway, I saw the sign that read "Please supervise your children. We are working and are not responsible for your children". Thanks. We walked back through the hospital with little fuss. Of course by this time it was raining steadily. I got Abby into her seat, then Isabelle in her spot, folded up the stroller and into the back and then back to Abby to buckle her up (after yelling at her to get out of the driver's seat and back in her chair. Abby kept asking me why I was getting wet and I kept biting my tongue. By the time I got home, I was done.
Maybe next time I'll focus on how Abby is such a good big sister for trying to help Isabelle. Maybe next time I'll try and prepare her better and let her help. Maybe next time I'll just leave her at home.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get Abby off the TV and down for her nap. And scoop myself a big ol' bowl of ice cream.
I found the poem the quote belongs to (thank you Google) It's called To A Mouse by Robert Burns. Here's the stanza:
But little Mouse, you are not alone,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes of mice and men
Go often awry,
And leave us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy!
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