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August 26, 2002
August 26, 2002
Collin is 13 months old
**One Trip To The ER For The Birthday Girl Please!**
August 25th 2:00am – Okay so maybe I shouldn’t have had all that garlic before going to bed! I was certainly paying for it now! Collin and I had Fazoli’s cheese ravioli and garlic bread sticks for dinner. Mark had to play a gig so I wanted something easy and fast. It’s normally a good meal – if only I knew what was in store for me. I usually eat the ravioli and only have one, maybe two bread sticks. That night I only ate a few ravioli’s and had THREE bread sticks instead. I’d also like to add that they seemed to be extra garlic-y that night! Collin took a late nape that afternoon so instead of his usual 8 pm bedtime he went down around 9:15. I stayed up and watched a bit of television, then hit the bed around 11pm, read a bit of my book, and fell asleep around 11:30. Even when I awoke at 2am I could tell that the few measly hours of sleep that I had gotten, so far, weren’t very good. I had been tossing and turning and just couldn’t get comfortable. I had the worse stomachache-like sick feeling and horrible heartburn to go with it. It was the kind of heartburn that didn’t really seem like heartburn, it just felt very uncomfortable and I had stabbing pains in my stomach and back. I felt just like I did in my 9th month of pregnancy. I lay in bed for another couple hours tossing and turning thinking that the pain would pass and I could doze back to dreamland. Mark arrived home around 3:45 am because he had to break down after the show and then he went and did some light grocery shopping so we wouldn’t have to do it on my “special day.” When he walked into the bedroom I was already wide-awake. I came out into the living room and we watched television while I moaned and groaned and ate Tums and drank Mylanta, hoping it would kick in. Since we were up and it was the 25th, Mark gave me my birthday presents. My favorite – some delightful items from Bath and Body Works, several cards, some special treats and a big fat $100 dollar bill to do with what I wished. 5:00 am came and still no relief, I told Mark to go to bed so that one of us could be somewhat alert in the morning. Finally around 6:00 am I felt better and feel asleep on the sofa. Collin woke up at 7:30 and my day began there. I was tired and not in a good mood but I fed Collin breakfast and cleaned up the living room and kitchen. Mark arose from bed around 10:00 am and we mulled around the house. We had no real plans for the day so I admit I was a bit depressed. I was tired and a bit cranky and a little upset that all my friends and family blew off my BIG 30. I was just about to go indulge in a nice sudsy bath with some of my new bubbles when “it” happened – I tripped over one of Mark’s bass guitar cases and whacked my pinky toe. The world stopped! I felt heat rushing threw my body, felt like someone was ripping my skin off my feet and felt like I wanted to be put out of my misery. I threw whatever I was holding in my hands, down on the floor, limped over to the sofa and cried like a big baby…cried for ALONG time. The pain was so intense. Mind you that the weekend before I had done the same thing (tripped over that damn case) and ripped my pinky toe nail (same pinky) off – completely off! Mark came rushing over, was asking me if I was all right and I continued to cry. Finally after about 15 minutes, I looked down expecting to see blood everywhere only to see something that looked like it once resembled a toe. There was a short stubby severely swollen lump of skin that was pointing the opposite direction of my foot. I knew it had to be broken. Collin had just settled down for a nap and I wasn’t about to wake him up so I waiting in pain and sat whimpering for two hours. When he finally woke up we went to the Urgent Care center and the doctor confirmed through x-rays and a brief exam that it was indeed broken. Great! I’ve never broken a bone in my life and now I break one on my 30th birthday – what luck. Four years ago on my 26th birthday I felt in a hole and sprained my ankle. I’m beginning to think that my future birthdays should be spent in bed! The nurses at the front desk all acted like they felt sorry for me when they asked my date of birth and I told them. One of them said, “Gee, what a thing to happen on your birthday.” I smiled and said something like, “Oh yeah, I know” but I felt like saying, “Thanks for reminding me, like I wasn’t already depressed enough!” The doctor taped my toes together, gave me a lovely and stylish (not) hard shoe to wear, instructed me to stay on crutches, see my primary doctor in a couple days, gave me a prescription and sent me on my way. He told me to keep my toes taped and wear the shoe for 4-6 weeks. Lovely! Then he gave me my release papers and then said, “here, happy birthday!” and gave me a package of peanut M & M’s. Thanks Doc.
**Always A Silver Lining**
For the remainder of the day, I lay on the sofa; remote in hand just staring at the television wishing the day would just end. Mark was good about it and took care of Collin while I moped around in self-pitty. Why me I kept thinking. Sigh. We were getting ready to eat dinner and Mark said, “He’s walking, he’s walking!” I raced towards the door and there was my beautiful son talking his first steps on his mama’s birthday – the world was once again all right by me! It happened so fast we barely had time to even witness it, much less grab a camera or video camera but it made my heart leap and soar knowing that I just received the best present of all! What made me smile even bigger was knowing that I had taken my very first steps on my mother’s birthday as well. How special is that?!!!
**XOXOXOXOXOXO**
On Saturday, August 24th, Collin and I were outside sitting on the porch saying goodbye to Mark. I was blowing kisses to him as he drove out of the driveway and Collin was watching me. He then turned to Mark, put his hand over his mouth and blew kisses! It was the cutest thing to watch. Collin did this over and over and over again, then leaned right over to me, mouth WIDE open and gave me the biggest set of kisses I’ve ever gotten. Priceless I tell ya! This morning when I went to get Collin from his crib, I turned on the light and said, “Good Morning Punkin!” he blew me more kisses and my heart melted. **Sniff, Sniff,** Pass the Kleenex please.
Okay, so now that it’s noted I had one of the possible worst birthdays on record, I also had one of the greatest. I spent the day with my husband and my son and we sat around and ate M & M’s and blew kissed to each other ---you just can’t beat that!!!
Until next time-
Hugs, Jennifer & Collin
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