Well, I had a long day with an adventure at the end!
I did actually make it to the post office (finally!) on a single vicodin. After that, I decided to run up to A.C. Moore
to see if I could find a little slate for BeanBean. While I was there, I hobbled around the unfinished wood ailses; all of the unfinished wood things (shelves, doll houses, etc) were on sale for 33% off, but not all of them had signs. I saw a really nice bookshelf, 4 feet high, that didn't have a sale sign on it. So, I snagged a clerk and asked, and she said that not all of the signs were up yet but yes, it was on sale. Then she looked at it and said, "But that's the last one, and it's got a crack in it so it's got to come down and get put in the back." I told her that if I could get an extra discount on it, I'd buy it anyway; she asked the manager who told her that I could have 40% off instead of the 33%. I did a bit of math in my head and decided that was a decent deal, so I was pretty happy. They found a big strong manly man to take it down (and to take it out to the car for me, because I could barely walk myself
) while I found some slates for BeanBean. Here's the best part: when we got to the checkout, the clerk just scanned it and then added a 40% discount!!
I got the shelf for less than $30.
I was so excited!
I couldn't stop giggling in the car, it made me so freaking happy.
THe crack isn't a huge deal, either, it just means that the shelf isn't absolutely perfect. I totally don't care!
So after that, I went to Wally World and bought a crib matress for the new toddler bed (Mike got one from one of his coworkers) frame, and some sheets for them, and a small can of paint to paint my new bookshelf.
It's cheap paint, and I can totally tell but it's okay, I'm happy and I'm confident that I'll be able to deal with it.
Then I stopped at the health food store to pick up some herbal teas for Mike and BeanBean (who have icky coughs), and I came home just in time to get the kids some dinner and get BeanBean ready for his swimming lesson.
We went to the lesson, and BeanBean was, for the most part, very cooperative. Then towards the end, he was on the steps to go into the pool and slid and hit his head. He popped back up out of the water and started having a wahwah; I ran over and picked him up out of the pool, held him for a bit until he calmed down and then I talked to him for a moment before I looked at the back of his head. He'd totally split his scalp open!
: "Okay," I said, "Let's go." I wrapped his towel around him, put my backpack on, and he took his floatation device off. Then I took him into the locker room, dried him quickly and got him dressed (no long, hot shower and fun with the blow dryer, which is what he usually does).
Other parents kept asking, "Is he all right?" and I said, "Yeah, he's okay, he's just gonna need a couple of stitches." "Really?" "Yeah, take a look," and I showed them the back of his head. One woman went, "Oh my GOD!" and turned away suddenly; that actually got BeanBean crying again, so I had to pause in my super-quick-get-the-Bean-dressed routine to get him calm again. The other moms were just shocked at how calm I was about the whole thing, apparently I was supposed to freak out when I saw the big old gash and blood.
I didn't freak out at all, though, I just went into "Super Grownup" mode and got him dressed and into the car. I left the floatation device at the front desk because it had blood on it, and then drove home to let Mike know that I was taking BeanBean to the ER. He was like, "Why didn't you just go?!"
I told him that I thought he might like to know where we were, since we were going to be very late getting back from the swimming lesson.
Silly old man! He said, "Okay, thank you, see you later." So I took him to the ER, where he was calm and told the doctor his full name and date of birth and address and such (evidence that he didn't have a concussion), and he had three stitches put in. He hated the restraint (I hated it too
) and I told him that it was worthy of some closet words. He actually kicked his legs hard enough to pull them free of the plastic board. I held him afterwards, and gave him hugs and kisses. He really did quite well, all things considered. I hope that he remembers, though, when I tell him not to mess around at the pool that I say these things not because it's fun to say them, but because I want to avoid spending my nights in the ER when it's possible.
After we got home, BeanBean was extra attached to Mamma and a bit short with Daddy and BooBah. The kids and I snuggled up and they passed out very quickly; I took another vicodin before bed, and as soon as it kicked in I got up and painted the bookshelf.
Well, I had that energy and I knew that I wouldn't be up to doing much today without drugs, because of course I ended up lifting and carrying BeanBean a lot more than I'd planned to (a trip to the ER entails much lifting and carrying, as I'm sure you all know) and that messed with my sciatica.
So this morning, instead of seeing how far I could get with no pills, I had to take one just so that I'd be able to get out of bed and pee.
Ick. And I'm definately going to have to go in tomorrow, but I'm telling the doctor straight away that I don't want to get any more vicodin, because I'm already (in my mind) depending on it too much to accomplish daily tasks, and I don't want my BellyBean exposed to any more of it.
It's depressing enough to need narcotics to get out of bed, but it's gut wrenching when you're pregnant.
I feel horrible about it.