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Wounded

On Sunday morning, Jimmy and I decided not to attend church so we could instead be lazy on our 6-year wedding anniversary.  I mean, we didn't buy each other cards or gifts or even plan a big dinner, so why change it up with a family outing so early in the morning, right?

Jimmy surfed the internet while I entertained Katie on the floor of the bonus room.  Maggie was napping.  We were being silly, very silly.  I was tickling her. As she lay on the ground, I took both of her hands, held them over her head, and tickled her armpits.  I can honestly say that I did not feel like I was greatly overpowering her.  I feel sure I was hardly holding her hands.  But, she must have jerked her arms away, injuring her right wrist.  OH! THE SQUEALING that followed!

Katie cried and cried and whined and whined about the pain.  OH! THE PAIN!  I played doctor for all of 5 minutes to see if she could move her elbow, fingers, wrist, etc.  Everything seemed workable except for when she rotated her wrist. I became nervous that I may have fractured something in there.  I think Jimmy was in disbelief, too, but we nurtured the wounded as best we could.  

I wrapped her wrist in left over gauze from Jimmy's burn injury years ago and added a small ice pack in case of swelling.  Katie said in her most pitiful voice, "Thank you, Dr. Mommy."  She rested/vegged out in front of the TV for a little while, but the pain, OH! THE PAIN! was so intense she just kept whining. Later, Jimmy rewrapped the "wound" and repositioned a new ice pack. Once again, Katie said in her most pitiful voice, "Thank you, Dr. Daddy."  

It was a long day of helpless Katie on the couch with her arm propped up on a pillow.  She couldn't get to the kitchen table by herself.  She couldn't go to the bathroom by herself.  After we helped her on the pot, she threw her head back with such fatigue and said with a sigh, "Ahh, I'm done.  Wipe me."

It was an even longer night as I was the one getting up with her each of the THREE times she awoke whimpering.  Every time I tried to get her to go back to sleep, she would constantly talk over me saying, "Shhh, Mommy, you need to listen to me.  Sometimes kids get boo-boos inside their bodies."

Finally, morning came and she still complained of the pain.  I had a doctor's appointment, so Jimmy thought he might need to stay home and take Katie to the doctor himself.  They couldn't see her until 1pm, so he left for work and I planned to take her after my appointment.  Katie stayed at the Langworthy's house during my appointment.  I made sure to tell my friend (also named Katie) to keep an eye out for Katie's range of motion...  I suspected faking as she used her bum wrist to get into the car without incident!

Sure enough, my friend reported faking.  I canceled the appointment and the nurse laughed at me when I told her Katie was acting completely fine now.  I was nervous to cause a scene when I tried to remove the bandage, but Katie was excited to have it off...  "I can run again, I can jump again.  I'm all fixed! My wrist can talk again!"  (I don't understand that last one!)

I wish I had more video of the drama queen's moans and groans!  Serious Oscar potential!!!

Updates

Maggie had her 9 month check up and is doing marvelously.  She is 17.5 lbs., which is the 25th percentile.  People all over the place tell me, "She's a big girl!"  At lunch one afternoon, an older man told us she had arms like a football player!  Really?  She's not that big!  Her length is 27.5", which is the 50th percentile. Her head is 17", which is the 25th percentile.  We thought she had thinned out some, but now we have proof.  She's not a huge eater, but when she does eat, she's willing to try anything.  

Maggie is so easy going, which is a huge help for me.  Even though she is crawling everywhere and pulling up on furniture, she doesn't really get into much mischief, yet.  It's Katie we have to watch, leaving all her little "tinies" everywhere.  We've eliminated all the rocks in the house (Katie is a major rock collector) after I found a rock in Maggie's mouth!  I knew it would happen eventually, but I guess I had to learn the hard way before getting rid of them! However, no permanent damage was done.

Katie is taking swim lessons this week and next at the YMCA, Monday through Thursday from 5:50 pm - 6:30 pm.  Her class is small, only 4 kids, so that is really nice.  Of course, Katie is the only girl!  Here is a video of her actually listening to the instructor, Mrs. Elizabeth.

The girls are having lots of fun this summer hanging out at the pool and playing with their friends. Naps are becoming an issue for Katie, but hopefully when the schedule is a little more routine in the fall, she'll be back to normal.  If not, then we just cut them completely and institute some "quiet time."  If that's even possible for chatty Kathy!

Trip to BJ's.

Fun at our friend's community pool in Clayton.

Swinging at the park.

A couple random things...

I had a doctor's appointment on Monday to check the heart rate, etc. of this alien baby inside my belly.  Since I've been quite nauseated, I felt sure things were going as they should, so I was more concerned with the number, not necessarily if he'd find one at all.  I had a feeling I knew exactly what the doctor would say based upon my previous two female fetal heart rates.  I made the mistake of asking a girlfriend with two boys of her own what their heart rates were ahead of time so I could compare.  When Dr. Inge said, "sounds strong," instead of being pleased as punch to just hear I have a healthy heartbeat, I said, "what is it?"  He said EXACTLY what I thought he would say, "about 155."  I sighed, like a jackass, and said, "that's a lot of girls!"  He looked annoyed, as well he should've, and said, "It could still be a boy."  The hell you say!  

I also got an email forward this morning that was totally meant for me!  It said, "God doesn't give us what we want, He gives us what we need."  True dat!  I'll try not to be a jackass anymore and be happy with what God gives me!

Speaking of what God has given me...  I have two beautifully silly girls!  Katie is still saying silly things daily.  The latest family favorite is from Wednesday on our way to the car from the pool. We passed by a prickly bush and Katie walked right into it, then said, "AHH!  That sharp tree is freaking me out!"  I love her!  She's hilarious.

Mags is almost ready to walk, well, not really.  She is a stealth crawler who now pulls herself up to the standing position.  If I can remember correctly, which I'm absolutely sure I cannot, Katie wasn't quite pulling up like this at 9.5 months.  Katie didn't start walking until 16 months.  I think Maggie will walk sooner, which might be OK, giving me time to get used to it before the new one arrives in January.  

Thankfully, even though we're kind of out of girl names at this point, we had one reserve from when Maggie was born that we think we'll use for the next/last, provided that the next girl baby born in the family (by Ben and Amanda Williams in a few short days) doesn't claim it.  If she does, it could get hairy over here, but it will force us to get creative.  Can you say, "Starquesha Theodotia Wilson?"  We'll think of something.  And, hey, just like Dr. Inge said, "It could still be a boy."  ;)