Alas, a week has come and gone and in that time, so have Roz and Lucy.
We sent them off this morning with hugs, kisses, sadness, and the knowledge that the next visit will be soon (though not soon enough).
Margaret must have known what was going on because she awoke at around 5:00 this morning screaming for a last few hours' snuggle with Mimi, who graciously, and sleepily, complied.
After checking in and sending the fair ladies off at the airport, we returned home to a quiet home where Sarah, now reeling from the cold that I'm starting to get over, went down for a nap.
Margaret, of course, was in no such mood.
There's nothing quite so energetic as an overtired baby. Having missed her morning nap, she, to all outward appearances, was ready to tackle a 5K road race.
We tried patting her head in the crib, having her in the bed with us, feeding her, putting her in a sleep sack, everything.
Eventually, I gave up and went to play with her in the living room so that SAM could sleep a little bit.
This was when, while sitting on her mat, she pitched backwards and hit the back of her head with an alarmingly reverberating "clonk" on the floor. Thank goodness she was on the mat, on the rug, sitting on the thick rug pad because I would have been even more panicked about brain damage than I already was.
Trying desperately to "shush" a frantically crying Margaret while trying to remember how to perform a neurological exam, I finally managed to get her to stop crying by sitting her down on her mat again with some more toys.
This is when, while leaning forward for a toy, she pitched forward and hit, this time, her forehead on the floor.
Again, frantic crying. Again, Dad trying despeprately to shut her up before Mommy figured out what was going on, came out and fired him.
No dice, this time.
Mommy came out, all bleary eyed and sick and, with one motion, swooped Margaret into her nurturing arms, patted her on the back, and managed to quiet any and all discomfort she was feeling.
Just a few moments later, settled into bed, both mother and daughter were fast asleep.
I like to think that it was the crying that tired her out so she could finally rest.
Either that, or it was a coma.
Regardless, they were quiet and asleep, and it was still before noon.
A quiet house was mine. Phew.
2 comments:
Phew, indeed!
I'm weary looking at all of you with your colds, endless flights, and yet all so cheerful and bright. The weather here is gorgeous spring so Roz and lucy's return should be less eventful than their trip out.
Home again, safe and sound! Thinking such lovely thoughts of the HK family, and their "scene" at home, work, and play. It's a full and rich tapestry, even with colds, and sleep-deprivation threatening little blots here and there. Margaret is a joy. So sorry about the wobbles and knocks to the head! John, you are so funny describing these events after the fact. You make us feel that we're there even when we're not! Thank you for the catalog of blogs. What a wonderful time we had! You are quintessential hosts, and we loved every minute of our stay. May your Sunday be peaceful and recuperative. SAM, more Vitamin C! We love you!!
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