very quickly here,
i'll be "out of pocket" and unable to blog
for the rest of this week because
i'm watching 6327884 extra kids tomorrow,
i'm watching 7327954 extra kids on wednesday,
and then i'm taking a much needed
to my bff, candace's, pad
to spend the night and
(with all my kids)
i thought i'd share a little old school with ya
before i leave.
i know how much you guys miss me.
i'm gonna write this old hussy style,
to make it seem even MORE vintage.
you like that?
several years back, i would assume kora was about 3-4 ISH (dena correct me if i'm wrong you always know better than i, those years were such a blur), she was sleeping in my bed with me on one particular night.
she slept with me a lot back then. Lover usually slept with jake in his bunk beds. miah wasn't quite a part of our family yet so there was an extra bed down there.
why did we sleep separately? i have no idea. i think it started out because i would get too hot next to Lover so i'd send him away and kora was always so much more cozy. we did this odd sleeping arrangement thing throughout the entire law school stint. those years were so weird to me when i look back now. i dunno, awkward.
so kora was in bed with me and in the middle of the night, around 1am, i hear a thump. kora was known for her occasional falls off the bed so it didn't startle me at all. of course, it always did her and she was crying hysterically as usual. i was dead tired that night and like most nights when she would fall off the bed, i leaned over her side, scooped her up and put her back on her pillow and then told her,
"you're okay, go to bed, you just fell down, you're ok."
it usually calmed her pretty quickly because most of her crying was like gargled "i'm still asleep but i feel like i should cry" kind of whine. i never bothered to turn on any lights or anything because i was 1. too tired to get up (i hadn't dealt with an infant in over 3 years at that point so i was used to MY sleep.) and 2. she didn't ever require inspecting, she had perfected the sleep fall (or so i thought).
anywho, this time my sorry excuse for mothering didn't work. she kept on and on and on. crying. and whining and flailing around.
i was getting pretty annoyed at that point because i was DEAD tired and just wanted to go back to bed. i kept trying to console her, "you're FINE kora, go. to. sleep. STOP CRYING!" over and she'd cry and over and over i'd just keep telling her to stopit and to go to bed. my consoles quickly became frustration the more times i had to tell her to go back to sleep. i'm sure i started sounding like mommie dearest to the poor girl.
each time i'd try to soothe her, i'd pat her head and stroke her cheek and i began to realize that she was sweating pretty profusely. her hair was almost completely wet and her face was practically dripping. she's a hot sleeper as it is, but this was extreme. i knew i didn't feel that hot so why was she? had she just worked herself up into a hot frenzy?
my curiosity got the best of me, or maybe i should say, "the spirit prompted me" to turn on the lights and see if she was sick or something and boy, what a lovely vision i was greeted with.
all over her pillow, all over my bed, covering her pretty blonde locks, streaked across her face, the blood was everywhere. i looked down into my palms, slowly opening my hands only to see them covered in blood as well.
it was like a murder scene in my bed.
and then i spotted it, there on her forehead, the tiny little spewing faucet that was the cause of all this red.
it turns out, when she fell, she nicked her head on the nightstand (which wasn't really a nightstand, just a short little budget table we used for a nightstand) and this whole time i'd been practically YELLING at her to "GO TO SLEEP! STOP CRYING!", the poor child was lying there bleeding to death. well, not to death but that sounds more dramatic.
of course, this turned out to be a fun little all nighter at the ER with me and my koko and about 8 stitches later, she was all fixed up!
and what did i learn from all of this?
don't let your kids sleep with you in the bed. that way, if they fall outta their own bed, they won't ruin your sheets with their blood.
no but for real, don't let 'em.
see you when i return next week!