Pretty Rough Weekend

This past weekend was a pretty rough one for Nixon and I.

Nic was out of town for the weekend for work so I decided to sleep over at my mom and dad's for the weekend.

Nixon and I have had a little cold all week so I was looking forward to having help with him for the weekend.

Friday night I took some cough medicine with codeine so I could sleep well through the night. Nixon went to sleep around 8:30 and I was in bed by 10!!!

Nixon woke up at 11:30 and went right back to sleep.

Then he woke up at 1 and fell asleep in bed with me.

He then woke up at 3:30 and by 5:45 I couldn't handle it anymore.

I went up and got my mom and she took over.

Mom, thank you SO SO SO much!!!

She said he didn't fall back asleep til about 6:30.

So we all had a long day Saturday because we were all tired.

We later figured out that Nixon had a molar that broke through.

Poor little guy!

Sunday was a pretty good day for him.

Nic got home Sunday night and we were all exhausted.

And of course Nixon had another rough night.

He was up 3 times again so today he was so super fussy.

He needed to be held all day.

I took him to wal-mart with me to get a few groceries while his prescription got filled.

We were all done and all I needed was to pick up his medicine.

He was pretty fussy by this point so I had been holding him most of the time.

I put him in the cart for a second while I got my money out and the next thing I know, he fell out of the cart onto the floor.

I'm freaking out, the pharmacist comes rushing over and he's screaming.

The next thing I hear is someone in line yelling "watch your kid!!!".

I ignored the super ignorant lady and took care of my son.

Who does that?

Who yells something like that in a situation like this?

What makes someone think that it's ok to make a comment like that?

We leave the store and I'm a wreck.

I call Nic just bawling and then I call my Dr. to see what they think I should do.

They recommend I take him into the nearest ER, since they were closed, to get checked out and make sure everything was ok.

We took him in and luckily he was acting like his normal happy self and was just fine!

I was so releived but still felt so bad for letting something like that happen.

I know it was an accident but still.

I'm just SO SO SO thankful that everything is OK!

Here are a couple of pictures of his HUGE goose egg on his forehead.

(The pictures don't do it justice)

By the time we got home from the E.R., he was totally back to himself.

He was running around like crazy being the little crazy non-stop boy that he is.

We love you little man!!!