The "Eyes," Have It.

Thanks to my son, I've become a pirate. . . .

Long story shorter:

Last night, August was not feeling so hot.
Crying from his crib, I went to save the day.
With Keith out of town, and the time already nearing 11pm, I decided just to bring AJ to bed with me.
He kicked, he screamed, I put him in the shower and rubbed his back....

(side note-- my Chicago baby won't bathe unless he's in a shower.  He doesn't "get" baths.)

He calmed down and let me hold him for a bit.

Not 30 minutes later, he was kicking and screaming. Some milk and a few kind words, and he fell back asleep in the middle of my bed.

I decided the floor would be fine for me, just hoping to get a few hours sleep before my 5:30 wake up on the alarm.

4:00am, once again, screaming and thrashing.  The only excuse I can come up with is that he must be teething.  I roll over on the floor, hoping he'll soothe himself to sleep... and then
CRASH.
My world went white.
Eyes closed, curled up in a ball, August had rolled off the bed, his toes landing on my sleepy eyeball.
I couldn't even pick him up, I was in so much pain.
My kid clobbered me.

Thankfully, August was ok, startled, but my pillow and face protected him from the floor.

He was whimpering but fine.. I was stomping around the room grabbing my eye and crying.
I thought I was blind.

With ice pack in one hand, and baby still curled in the crook of my arm, we slept there, bruised and sick for an hour or so.

When the alarm rang in the morning, I still couldn't see. My eye wouldn't stop watering, and my vision was blurry.  I had to call in sick to work- which was a disappointment to say the least, but trying to teach with fuzzy vision sounded like a bad plan.

With family all busy, and new in town, I didn't know anyone who could drive me to the doc.
August and I made the slow journey to his daycare in my car- stopping to rub my eye and pulling over to cover the bad eye.

At the doc's office, I found out I have a mid grade corneal abrasion... basically, his foot cut my eyeball. It hurts BAD.

I called Keith in Milwaukee, and he came home to help save the day.
I'm on the mend, but will be wearing sun glasses inside for quite some time.

All I know is August would make an excellent soccer star.
My eye can tell you the tale.

Why No, I Didn't Fall Off The Face Of The Earth... Just Moved to WI.

Things are good.
Busy, but good.
First I had no internet access.
Then I was too tired, and too overwhelmed to write.
Big changes, happy and emotionally, but not socially full...
So much to get used to!

Looking forward to connecting with you all again soon.
I'll be a better blogger. I promise.
As my students say, "Pinky Swear."

Big love from the heart of Sun Prairie!