It has been a rough couple of days.
Caroline was sick all weekend - I assumed virus or ear infection because she had a fever, was lethargic, no appetite, etc. She woke up from her nap yesterday with a 106 (!) degree fever. Joey was gone and unreachable (playing tennis), so I took her to CHOA, and of course her fever was down by the time we got there. They tested her for strep and pneumonia, but they both came back negative, so we're just assuming it's something viral. And luckily Smith hasn't gotten it yet.
So today, I changed Smith's diaper on the ottoman in our living room and then turned my back for 2 seconds to say something to Caroline. And he rolled off, hit the diaper caddy, and then hit his head on a toy fire truck when he hit the ground. He had a big goose egg, which didn't really worry me so much, but then this line appeared from the goose egg all the way down to the base of his skull, so I was convinced he'd fractured his head and we took him to the pedi. Luckily everything was fine, but obviously it scared me to death and I felt like the worst mom in the world.
They are both down for the night now, and I'm drowning my day in a glass of wine.
Re: My poor children...