Nurse Nancy

It’s not quite 10 AM. And I know it will be a good day. You know why?

Well, Randy is gone on a campout and I was awaken much too early on a Saturday to clean up the contents of two stomachs.

Emma crawled into my bed, crying that her stomach hurt. I asked her if she was going to be OK, and she answered with more crying. In my half-asleep state, I convinced myself she was fine, and rolled to Randy’s side of the bed. She wasn’t fine.

After taking care of her, I crawled back under the covers, to continue my slumber. A little while later, I heard the bathtub running. It was Hannah. She had gotten sick downstairs where she had been sleeping.  

Then, as I was pouring smoothies, Tyler cut his thumb on a piece of broken glass. I put him at the sink, washing his bleeding wound. I turned around to get a BandAid and heard a loud noise as if someone had tipped over a stool. I turned around expecting to get after someone for messing around again, only to find Tyler face-down the tile floor. You see, Tyler inherited my ability-to-faint gene (I can’t say it has ever come in handy.) The poor kid had fallen straight back and hit his head on Nathan’s stool.  He was pretty shaken up but, after some Tylenol, rest, and TLC, he’s feeling better.

It’s all part of being Mom. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.