Scary Fall last Saturday Night
Saturday night Jim, the kids and I went to Shady Brook Farm to look at their Christmas display. It was truly beautiful, and there were hundreds and hundreds of cars lined up as far as you could see, wating to see the Chritmas display, and as I quickly realized, for good reason!
As we made our way through all of The Days of Christmas, Spong Bob Square Pants, Dora the Explorer, The Statue of Liberty and Humpty Dumpty, we sang carols and voted on which display was our favorite. It was truly a Christmas experience I could get use to. After we had made it through the forty-five minute, two mile-an-hour drive we decided to check out the farm market, music, hot chocolate stand and s'mores fire pit.
In the market Jim picked out a one gallon glass-jug of chocolate milk to take home, Cody chose a package of $8 bacon and I decided on a few jars of jelly. We then walked over to the kettle corn stand for Skylar, and Cody, Emersyn and I walked over to where there was a playset. It was truly a 100% Christmas explosion of goodwill, happiness and song....
That was until I fell, and when I say I fell, I mean I fell so hard that I had no idea what happened. One minute I was waiting for Emersyn at the end of the slide, planning to fix her hat, and the next minute I was laying at the bottom of the slide writhing in pain from my shoulder to my ankle. All I could hear was some JERK say "safe!" ... JERK!!!!
Granted, he had no idea how hurt I really was and granted he didn't know I am pregnant, but perhaps Mr. Jerk, move your ghetto hooded sweatshirt hood over to see I AM NOT SO MUCH GETTING UP!!! I couldn't move. The mud was solid black ice and my smooth, rubber-bottomed shoes were no match, and I paid the price. As I stepped I slipped into a one foot hole that was at the bottom of the slide, and that is where I lay, hurt and scared.
I could hear Jim yell and felt his hand reach under my arm as he began to help me up. As I tried to stand I could feel my feet begin to slip under me once again but was steadied by his help. I started to cry. Thank goodness it was dark. I walked away from the swing set and could feel the pain running down my arm, through my hip and along my side. I was completely panicked...My pants were wet and I was so afraid that it was blood. I couldn't loose this baby at a Christmas light farm? Christmas would suck forever!?!
I was shaking from the pain and fear all at once and told Jim I had to go the restroom. As I walked into the farm market I quickly realized the the 10 people in line weren't about to let Mrs. I-Hurt-Myself jump the line, nor was I about to go into detail about the possible "lost" baby in my pants, so I walked back outside...panicked.
I did the "check" in a corner, in the dark...no blood. Thank you God.... But I have no idea if my water can break yet or not, but please please please let everything be ok.
I made my way back to Jim and teared up and asked if we could just head home. My whole body, my neck and side felt like someone took a baseball bat to me. Tomorrow is going to be interesting. I walked in the house, checked everything out and felt assured that the wet I was feeling was just the fall's effect on my bladder, I'll take that.
How scary. All I could think was "I can't lose this baby now, I can't lose this baby because of some stupid fall at a Christmas light farm?!?" But that is exactly how these things happen, stupid falls, crazy trips and little accidents.
I beat myself up all the time because I get so hungry. I beat myself up all the time because I refuse to lift weights or do a "hard" workout. I beat myself up because I feel like such a whale. But honestly, I was in a two piece bathing suite nine months after I had Emersyn, so why am I beating myself up? I just need to respect my hunger, my take-it-easy attitude and my whaleness.
I am not willing to risk this pregnancy to anything. I am not willing to tighten this butt because I feel I need to do squats or anything. I will be a little lazy, eat healthy and be really really careful, because these days, just standing in a spot can be dangerous to your health...Obviously?!
Oh, and hey, Mr. Jerk, next time you see a woman laying on the ground not moving...walk over and see if she needs any help, because nine times out of ten, she isn't moving because she is hurt and needs assistance. Most women don't lay at the bottom of slides for fun!!! I needed help, not some moron to "call" my fall like some baseball play. Maybe it's me, but I see coal in his future!
Come on Santa, do me a solid!
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As we made our way through all of The Days of Christmas, Spong Bob Square Pants, Dora the Explorer, The Statue of Liberty and Humpty Dumpty, we sang carols and voted on which display was our favorite. It was truly a Christmas experience I could get use to. After we had made it through the forty-five minute, two mile-an-hour drive we decided to check out the farm market, music, hot chocolate stand and s'mores fire pit.
In the market Jim picked out a one gallon glass-jug of chocolate milk to take home, Cody chose a package of $8 bacon and I decided on a few jars of jelly. We then walked over to the kettle corn stand for Skylar, and Cody, Emersyn and I walked over to where there was a playset. It was truly a 100% Christmas explosion of goodwill, happiness and song....
That was until I fell, and when I say I fell, I mean I fell so hard that I had no idea what happened. One minute I was waiting for Emersyn at the end of the slide, planning to fix her hat, and the next minute I was laying at the bottom of the slide writhing in pain from my shoulder to my ankle. All I could hear was some JERK say "safe!" ... JERK!!!!
Granted, he had no idea how hurt I really was and granted he didn't know I am pregnant, but perhaps Mr. Jerk, move your ghetto hooded sweatshirt hood over to see I AM NOT SO MUCH GETTING UP!!! I couldn't move. The mud was solid black ice and my smooth, rubber-bottomed shoes were no match, and I paid the price. As I stepped I slipped into a one foot hole that was at the bottom of the slide, and that is where I lay, hurt and scared.
I could hear Jim yell and felt his hand reach under my arm as he began to help me up. As I tried to stand I could feel my feet begin to slip under me once again but was steadied by his help. I started to cry. Thank goodness it was dark. I walked away from the swing set and could feel the pain running down my arm, through my hip and along my side. I was completely panicked...My pants were wet and I was so afraid that it was blood. I couldn't loose this baby at a Christmas light farm? Christmas would suck forever!?!
I was shaking from the pain and fear all at once and told Jim I had to go the restroom. As I walked into the farm market I quickly realized the the 10 people in line weren't about to let Mrs. I-Hurt-Myself jump the line, nor was I about to go into detail about the possible "lost" baby in my pants, so I walked back outside...panicked.
I did the "check" in a corner, in the dark...no blood. Thank you God.... But I have no idea if my water can break yet or not, but please please please let everything be ok.
I made my way back to Jim and teared up and asked if we could just head home. My whole body, my neck and side felt like someone took a baseball bat to me. Tomorrow is going to be interesting. I walked in the house, checked everything out and felt assured that the wet I was feeling was just the fall's effect on my bladder, I'll take that.
How scary. All I could think was "I can't lose this baby now, I can't lose this baby because of some stupid fall at a Christmas light farm?!?" But that is exactly how these things happen, stupid falls, crazy trips and little accidents.
I beat myself up all the time because I get so hungry. I beat myself up all the time because I refuse to lift weights or do a "hard" workout. I beat myself up because I feel like such a whale. But honestly, I was in a two piece bathing suite nine months after I had Emersyn, so why am I beating myself up? I just need to respect my hunger, my take-it-easy attitude and my whaleness.
I am not willing to risk this pregnancy to anything. I am not willing to tighten this butt because I feel I need to do squats or anything. I will be a little lazy, eat healthy and be really really careful, because these days, just standing in a spot can be dangerous to your health...Obviously?!
Oh, and hey, Mr. Jerk, next time you see a woman laying on the ground not moving...walk over and see if she needs any help, because nine times out of ten, she isn't moving because she is hurt and needs assistance. Most women don't lay at the bottom of slides for fun!!! I needed help, not some moron to "call" my fall like some baseball play. Maybe it's me, but I see coal in his future!
Come on Santa, do me a solid!
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