Yesterday was a rough day. From the minor snow storm from the night before. To the 2 hour drive to work. To a super rush house that I've been drywalling, that we couldn't quite finish, because of the late start. I actually had a guy who I'm not sure who he was or why he ended up in the house I was working in. He stopped me and told me that I looked over excited and that I should calm down and slow down. It was then that I realized that I was sweating and felt like I was running on the spot, and that my heart was going 300% faster than it should be. I needed that guy, right then. I stopped dead in my tracks, and told myself that no rush house was worth having a heart attack over. Not with a young baby and one more on the way. Even right after that guy left, my partner with whom I work who didn't see that guy, asked me if I felt o.k. becauseI looked pale. Well... I started to feel o.k once I calmed down.
The final kick in the nuts, came later that evening when I was sitting at the kitchen table reading my mail. Malaia was playing in the corner cupboard in the kitchen. She grabs everything out off the cupboard and climbs right in it. It's very cute. But I just happened to turn and look at her, when she slipped on the edge of the cupboard and ended up smashing her mouth on the edge of the cupboard on her way down. I didn't like the look of it, and prayed that she didn't indeed hit her mouth. But that's when the blood started to flow. My first real test as a parent. I think I failed in the fact that I didn't know what to do. I think I was more hysterical than her. But thank god that after about a minute the blood stopped and she calmed right down. The result was a cut on the inside of her upper lip and 3 times larger than it should be fat lip.
It was the perfect end to a rough day. When Ang finally got home she congratulated me on being able to cope with the blood. Which normally I don't do so well with. And gave me a giant hug. I needed it, and everything seemed o.k. again.