and included getting out of the house, again. (I've been going for 4 day stretches of not leaving the house, literally, not even stepping out the front door)
I had anxiety in the morning where eating breakfast wasn't really possible, plus Austin was up and alert at 7:00am so there we were. Me staring at him, him staring at me and both of us (probably) thinking - now what?
As the day progressed the anxiety started to fade though. I even ate a grilled cheese which is probably the biggest meal I've had in a few days.
Neil met me here at the house around 5pm so that we could take Austin to get his PKU test done again (they do it right after the baby is born but then say to do it about two weeks later - then why do it in the first place - I wonder?) Anyway, I was so high on Percocet after the C-Section that when the lactation specialist/woman's clinic nurse told me to take Austin in at Overlake to get the test done again within the next two weeks - it completely flew over my head or under me as I was soooo high. I completely forgot until I accidentally ran into a piece of stationary in which she wrote where to go and when. Ugh. So, here we are 2.5 weeks late getting the test done... again. I'm sure he's fine, but the guilt I will feel if he isn't...
We then went to Costco. A place in which Austin hates dearly for some odd reason. We went there one other time with him and he just pitched a fit. Maybe it's the dislike of all places capitalistic.
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I tried to cut off Callie's finger when she was a month old. Fortunately James was on his way home so I refrained from calling 911. We've all done it!
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