Ugh. I wish I could say things are getting easier, but they’re not. The good news is that Kile has a post-op appointment with his surgeon this afternoon and hopefully we’ll find out that he can start lifting small things (perhaps even Evie) or drive or SOMETHING. That would help. In the meantime, it feels like I have more than I can handle and that is even with my mother in law around to help out. So you can only imagine.
Yesterday, Liam was in fine form. After his nap, he decided for whatever reason that he really wanted to play in the dog water upstairs in the kitchen. It’s only a short flight of stairs and there is a gate at the top so we could have blocked it off, but since he has learned the proper way to get down the stairs, it hasn’t been priority. But splashing in the dog water was a NO NO. Kile’s mom was downstairs in her room, busy with something. Kile was trying to relax in the recliner as best he could. I was nursing Evie. We asked Harry to fetch Liam out of the dog water, bring him down the stairs and pull the gate across so he couldn’t get back in the kitchen.
Well, he got most of it right.
He dragged Liam downstairs alright, but he neglected to pull the gate across. He went out in the backyard at that point, to play with the dogs, before we could remind him about the gate. So NATURALLY, Liam was right back up the stairs and in the dog water again.
splash, splash
I was about done by that point. Liam had been going full-boar all day long and I was tired of having to put everything else off to chase him down. I believe I swore. I set Evie down in her bouncer and stomped upstairs. I grabbed Liam out of the dog water and gave his (well-padded) rump a swat (or two) and then hauled him off downstairs.
Now, the stairs are a very short flight. 8 stairs. They’ve been known to be treacherous in the past. Shoot, Liam himself had tumbled down them a couple days prior. Plus, they had new carpet (with Scotch Guard!) and I was wearing socks. I bet you can imagine what happened next.
My feet flew out from underneath me. I bumped down a couple stairs and cracked the middle of my back as I landed. Liam escaped unharmed while I was doubled over in pain and gasping for the breath that had been knocked out of me. Kile and his mom were there in an instant, asking me what I hurt. I would have told them if I could only SPEAK.
Thankfully, the pressure in my chest eased and I was no real worse for the wear. I had a skinned elbow (which I didn’t even feel at first), a sore rump, and an aching back. OY. I’m just glad I didn’t break anything. Because if I had… Well, we would have just been ahead to sell the house in Reno and just move in here. Both of us laid up was about the LAST thing we needed.
This morning, I’m sore. It’s to be expected. But, I can move around and am better off than Kile at this point. My dignity is bruised, for sure. (What dignity??) We’ll see if Liam makes it through another day or if I’m forced to eat him for an afternoon snack. Stay tuned.
