I did get a lot of questions about the sweater that I wore to the shower. It was a Pink Blush purchase, that has long since sold out. However, I did find this similar sweater (it's non-maternity) that I absolutely love, so if you're interested, it would be a good substitute. I wore nude suede ankle booties, which are also sold out now, but look just like this pair. And I threw on my favorite $8 stud earrings - which now come in coral - for a pop of color. Simple and easy!
As I mentioned in yesterday's post, B is back to the grind. He went back onto an orthopedic trauma rotation on Sunday, and so far, he's worked 5:30 am - 7:30 pm on Sunday and 4:45 am - 9:00 pm yesterday. Joy.
Over the past four weeks, I tried not to, but couldn't help getting used to having him around for breakfast, helping with house chores, assisting with dinner prep (or making it completely), and keeping an eye on Caleb to allow me a few minutes to shower here and there, or run errands on my own. I'm ever so grateful that we had the month of February together to get so much done. But let me tell you, having him around so much for a month, and then disappearing back onto a horrific rotation like this is kind of like a mean joke. It's. So. Hard.
Let's get real: Residency in general is hard. There's no getting around it. I've talked about the difficulties before. But throw in a toddler, an 8 months prego lady, and hormones...And you've got a recipe for disaster. And yesterday was a disaster. It actually started late Sunday night, when I heard Caleb coughing on the baby monitor. I was meandering around, putting things away in the nursery, when I first heard it, and thought I'd let him cough for a minute, and see if he settled down. I knew it would wake him if I went in there. But then he started crying, so I headed in to calm him down. He was sitting straight up in his little bed, and began coughing so hard it scared me. Suddenly, he threw up. I screamed for B and then grabbed Caleb and bundled him off to the bathroom for a clean up and pj change, while B changed his sheets and got his room cleaned up. I thought for sure we were in for a case of the stomach bug, but after that one round of throw up, he never threw up again, and instead, nestled down into his freshly made bed, and went right back to sleep.
Yesterday morning, I woke up to my little nugget snuggled up against me. I guess B had moved him into our bed when he left for work. I started to cuddle him, and realized he was damp. He'd tee-tee'd through his diaper. So... Another pj change and a fresh diaper. Fortunately this accident was caught before it made it to the sheets, so no sheet change was required. I hate changing sheets.
About halfway through the morning, Caleb head butted me across the face while playing. The resulting snap was so loud, I thought for sure he'd broken my nose. It made me cry, and hurt for hours. Seriously. I know other mamas who have had their noses broken, so I wouldn't be the first. Luckily, after being a bit red and swollen for a couple of hours, after the swelling went down, all seemed fine. So, I got away easy this time. But I will definitely be more careful around my wild man from now on.
The doozy of the day happened at lunchtime. Caleb was sitting at his little table eating his peanut butter sandwich. He got up and was walking around, offering bites of it to Ellie - which is par for the course for him - and I noticed that he was sticking his little hands down the back of his pants. I walked over to him to see what was going on. He's been scratching his little rear every now and then, so I figured that's what he was doing. Until I saw the poop. On his hands. Up his back. On the back of his sweatpants. Everywhere. Gag. So, off to the bathroom we went for a rinse off, a tub scrub (because I can't stand the thought of bathing him in a bathtub that is less than perfectly sterile), and then a full bath. Another batch of clothes left to soak in the washer for the second time in less than 12 hours. And an outfit change for mama. Because, yes, poop got on me too. Have I mentioned how glamorous motherhood is lately?
So, all of the above happened before noon on B's second day back to work. Less than 48 hours in. By 12:30, I felt like I'd run a marathon. After lunch, Caleb went down for a nap, and I rested during that time too. I normally try to work or get some things done while Caleb sleeps, but yesterday, I needed the rest. We were up and about by 3...And little man was a whiny mess for most of the rest of the afternoon. He didn't want to listen. He kept getting into the dog food. I had to drag him in screaming from playing outside when it was time for dinner. He threw pasta all over the kitchen floor and strewed Tupperware across every corner of the house. And finally, when all was said and done, he got out of his bed no less than 5 times at bedtime, and refused to go to sleep until I finally laid down with him. And this, after he'd been doing so well going to sleep on his own every night. At one point, around 8:15 pm, I called B, crying and yelling desperately into the phone, "WHAT TIME ARE YOU COMING HOME?" as Caleb came toddling into the living room for approximately the 6th time of the evening and headed for his truck stash, and I tried everything I could think of to keep my cool and not lock the child in his room. (His bedroom door doesn't lock, so that wouldn't have been an option anyways. But see - I considered it!)
All in all, it was just a mess of a day. I got upset with myself more than once for snapping at Caleb or speaking harshly. No matter what, he does not deserve that, and I have to remind myself that. After all, he is only 21 months old. The day had its bright spots here and there - like when little man crawled up on me and snuggled his little face right up to mine for some kisses. Or when, while outside, he went running down the hill in our yard and the immediately looked to me to be sure I'd notice and clap for him - so cute. But it was definitely rough. And it definitely made me question my sanity more than once.
Someone tell me it will get easier with two. Lie to me. Because right now, I am a little overwhelmed. And, like I said, we're only 48 hours back into the grind. With another 2 months to go. And a belly that's getting bigger by the day. Eeeek!