Thursday, September 23, 2010

Where I've (not) been

Life with two very small children just got a LOT harder. Emmy isn't just crawling clumsily around the floor anymore. No. We have an obsession with all things climbing. I'm of the firm opinion that unless she's in danger of causing permanent or severe damage to herself, we need to let her fall and hurt herself. Also, Grace sometimes requires my attention (like when going down for naps). I can't drag Emmy with me every time. This means leaving Emmy to her own devices in the living room or dining room.

I thought the downstairs was mostly free of serious baby hazards. But no, not this baby. If she were alone in a rubber room, she'd fashion a noose for herself out of her diaper, her hair, and her toenails, and hang it from the ceiling with a fingernail. This child is hellbent on offing herself, and I'm not sure I can stop her unless I stick her in an exersaucer or her crib all day.

I was upstairs yesterday afternoon, about to get Grace up from her nap when I heard horrible screams downstairs. I haven't ever heard Emmy scream like this, and let me tell you, that girl can scream when she wants to. I came flying down the stairs to find her throat-first across the support beam on one of the chairs. I think she was trying to get at the straps on Grace's booster seat and slipped. It was really awful, and I nearly panicked (and I did cry). She still has a bruise on her neck.

Okay, bad experience, but maybe this means she'll learn a lesson, right? ... right?

No. She was right back at it today.

She tries to climb the book boxes in the living room, always the ones closest to a hard corner of the piano or TV cabinet. She tries to climb the couch, always at exactly the right distance from the coffee table that she'll whack her head on the top on her way down. She has a radar for power cords and small spaces that the laws of physics say she shouldn't even be able to occupy.

So that's why I haven't written in a few days. That, and Jeremy being gone. Yesterday was the most exhausting day I've had in a long time. I'm very thankful for the seven hours of sleep that preceded it. Oh, and Emmy is teething. So on top of the suicide attempts, she's just been grouchy in general.

She's like that nursery rhyme: "There was a little girl who had a curl right in the middle of her forehead [okay, so she only has peach fuzz, no curls]. When she was good, she was very, very good, but when she was bad, she was HORRID." My grandpa used to say that to me when I was acting up. He'd growl out the "HORRID" like he was a bear. Anyway, Emmy is happy and sweet about 90% of the time. But that other 10% is wretched.

I think I've aged about five years since Emmy started crawling and teething again. Someone send me booze. Or more Vicodin.

1 comment:

  1. Yikes! Can you put her in her crib for short periods of time, like when you are dealing with Grace?

    This is why my mom used a playpen back in the 60s--it was a way of keeping the current baby safe, when she had to be cooking or taking care of one of the rest of us. If she's not climbing out of her crib yet, that can be a safe place for her, even if she's yelling her head off while she's in there. At least you'll know she's still breathing.

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