One heck of a day

I had the most awful day yesterday and i felt the need to blog about it. At the end of this i will try and add some pictures that have nothing to do with yesterday, but its been a while since i posted anything so i have a lot to show.

Yesterday was quite the day. Shortly after waking up Bo took a huge poo. Since he only goes every 3-4 days when i say huge i mean HUGE! So while i am cleaning up his mess, and really only paying attention to the poop situation i realize he is peeing EVERYWHERE. All over the dresser, the carpet, his chest, his neck. Barely missed his face. So after this i decide that today is a bath day for Bo. We do a bath, which for those of you who have had babies know that at his age baths are stressful and difficult. We get done, I get him dressed and comb his major mop of a head of hair. Finally I am able to get Allie breakfast. Poor thing was starving. Bo is in his bounce seat and he starts crying so i go check to see what is wrong and he has spit up all over himself. I think to myself, what is the point of bathing my children if this is what happens. I change his clothes again, he barfs again, i change his clothes again, he does another major poop. what is up with this kid.
finally after a couple of hours of this things calm down. he naps, Allie naps, and i can’t wait until everyone wakes up so we can get the heck out of the house. finally around 230 we are packing up and leaving. Allie normally insists on walking down the stairs on her own, which makes things easier on me since i have the baby in his car seat, the diaper bag, and usually Allie’s baby or something like that. however today she was being stubborn and wanted me to carry her down too. So i think "i’m tough, i can do it". we make it all the way down stairs and my ankle buckles. i am so weighted down by everything i am carrying that i can’t catch my balance and i keep stumbling until we come to the curb and i fall. on top of Allie. Bo’s seat went flying from my hands, but thank Goodness he was buckled in already so even though he was head down he was fine. Allie however was underneath me bent over the curb. I LITERALLY THOUGHT I HAD JUST KILLED MY KID. i started screaming for help, and then Allie started screaming. it took about 10 minutes to calm her down. i was shaking so bad i couldn’t get up from where i was, plus i didn’t know how bad my injuries were. Finally Allie calmed down and i though i should try my luck at getting up, since NOBODY came to help us. not even after i yelled for help. So i was able to get up only to find i had torn a huge hole in my only pair of Capri’s that fit, my knee was bleeding and throbbing, my ankle was still in pain, my elbow was bleeding, and my other ankle was skinned. now i had to figure out how to get everybody back upstairs and call the doctor. So the doctor just told me to keep an eye on her. if she started vomiting or became lethargic take her to emergency. So this morning at 730 Allie was still asleep. now on any other day that would have been amazing to me, but since her fall yesterday i started to worry that she wasn’t going to wake up. She NEVER sleeps that late. So i went in to wake her up, and she wouldn’t wake up at first. So i started to shake her and call her name and she opened her eyes and looked up at me and said, Hi mama. i almost called the paramedics.
My biggest fear in life is hurting my kids, and i did just that yesterday. I know it could have been so much worse, but i can’t shake the guilt of hurting my baby. She is totally fine now and probably doesn’t even remember the incident, but i will never forget it.
Moral of the story, if your day starts off with a bunch of poop, its probably going to end with a bunch of poop.
P.S. I know i’m getting old because my whole body still hurts from the fall. How sad is that.