The day began innocently enough...
Earlier this week, Little M had his 2-month well baby check. I had Big M with me, while J & K were at summer camp. Little M's check-up was great. He went from 10.4 lbs a month ago to 13.6 lbs! The doctor said, "Whoa. That's quite a weight gain!" Um hmm. This after telling me last month to pump, supplement, etc because baby's weight wasn't good enough. I didn't tell him that if Little M is anything like this sisters and brother, he would be humongous. Just the night before, Daddy and I were betting on how much Little M now weighs. I said about 12.5 lbs, and Daddy said about 13.5.
The nurse marveled at Little M's happy temperament. He was laying on the table with Big M standing next to him talking to him. You can tell just by looking at Little M's big smiley face that he knows he's talking to someone familiar. He coo'd and smiled and grinned at his big brother. When the nurse came to talk to Little M, she got a smile too. She asked how old he was again, and when I told her he's only 2 months she was impressed. She said usually they are only starting to smile at this point, but only occasionally.
When the visit was done and we were about to walk out of the office I got a call from the girls' school. J had her head turned while still walking and bumped her head on a foosball table. The teacher gave her ice but minutes later, her eye swelled up. Now the teacher wasn't so sure of what happened anymore and she said she would feel better if I came and took a look. So we headed there. It was a shock to see J's eye, but she didn't seem in pain. Under her lower lid was a little blood, so I decided to take her to the doctor, still with Big M and Little M in tow. Now Daddy was worried when I told him what was going on. Thankfully, the doctor didn't think her eye was injured, but told me to keep an eye and watch for any behavioral changes and vomiting. I decided not to take her back to school.
Now with 3 kids with me, we headed to the new house and spent a little time there while the kids played on the outdoor playset. A little bit of time passed when I got another call from school saying K bumped heads with a friend though she's fine. They are just required to call parents when there is an injury above the neck. I didn't go into a panic this time. All of Big M's bumps had prepared me for that. But nonetheless, I'm thinking what next?
After lunch, we picked up K from summer camp and headed back to the rental in time for J and Big M to nap (K napped at school). After 15 minutes of relative quiet, I got a call from school saying they need me to sign a form for school for J's injury. Since they forgot to make me sign at carpool, the teacher was going to drop by the house. Well, while on the phone, out came Big M from his room with a bloody face. I hung up the phone, put the baby down and rushed Big M to the bathroom. He had a nose bleed, though you'd think there had been a crime judging from all the blood on his face, hands, and his bed!
During all this hoopla, Little M's shots (he got 4) finally caught up to him and he was cranky and sore.
By 3pm, I was ready to crash! I couldn't wait for day to end.