Tuesday, February 12, 2008


The time: Around 10 a.m. yesterday.
The place: In front of the refrigerator.
The scene: Daniel has gotten bored with Sesame Street and indicated he'd like a snack. I'm looking for something to feed him, and he is rummaging, picking up the various bottles within reach in the refrigerator while I tell him what's in them. "Ketchup." "Syrup." "Lemon juice." He puts the syrup back sideways, and as I reach in to straighten it, CRACK — a sudden pain in my lower back, and I almost fall on the floor. (It's always the little things that make my back go out. One day I was standing in the kitchen with a bowl of cereal in one hand, a spoon in the other. I raised the bowl a few inches, and ... CRACK.)

So I made it to the couch (just barely) and sat down to think things over. Thoughts like: "I thought my back was getting better, so what's the &$%@ deal?" "How am I going to take care of Daniel today when I can barely move?" "How am I going to get through the next seven weeks with all these back issues?" "Oh, man, this hurts." "I think I need to go to the chiropractor ASAP." "How am I going to get there?" "I think I need to call Steve." I struggled back to my feet (amusing Daniel, I'm sure, with my imitation of a hunchback) and into the kitchen to find the phone, brought it back to the couch, made the calls I needed to make, and spent most of the rest of the morning leaning against a heating pad until Steve got home.

I feel moderately better today, but I had to take Daniel in to see the doctor, and there was slippery ice in front of our house and in the parking lot at the pediatrician's, and that's a deadly combination. We made it in one piece, and fortunately, Daniel is fine. He's been waking up every night saying, "Owwwwie," and he had a fever over the weekend; I was worried he might have an ear infection or worse. But it's just a cold — combined with some major teething — so there's nothing to worry about. Just nurse him through the "owwwwies" as best I can. And nurse my own "owwwwie," too.


Ahuva Batya said...

owwwie is right! I'm so sorry about your back. :( I'm glad Daniel's just dealing with a cold, though. But poor you!

LutherLiz said...

Ow, that sounds awful for both you and Daniel. I hope you all can take some time to recoup and feel better soon!

Anonymous said...

Oh Em, oww...

It's kind of romantic the was Steve must have dropped everything to come get you. Not that any good husband wouldn't do the same - but somehow it seems really romantic in this particular situation.