Day 82 - I finally have a car!

Well, a lot has happened since my last post. Elizabeth has learned a new trick - how to scoot herself along on her back by kicking her feet. I'd be more enthusiastic if it hadn't caused us a trip to the emergency room... She scooted herself off of the changing table. Richard thought she was asleep and laid her down on the changing pad. He turned away for a second and boom... I heard a sound, thought, "I hope that wasn't what I think that was. What is Richard doing?" and then heard crying. I don't think I had ever gotten out of bed that fast before. If there was any doubt in my mind that I shouldn't have had a baby, it went away that moment. All I wanted to do was take her pain away and soothe her. I was hysterical. I started bawling and I knew it wasn't helping her, it was making her more upset, but I couldn't help it. I was worried about my baby girl. Richard kept trying to calm me down, telling me that she would be okay. He told me later that he had every intention of going to the ER and that checking her eyes to make sure they dilated for a light source was to help me calm down - not so that we wouldn't go. She is fine. They did a CT scan of her head to make sure there wasn't any bleeding - she hated that with a passion. She has always hated being swaddled and not being able to move and they had to strap her arms down. I felt so bad - I kept telling her that it was okay, it would be over soon, it was to make sure she was alright, etc. When we got home, I fell asleep on the couch with Elizabeth in the bouncy beside me. Every time she tossed her bottle and started crying, I jumped. The bottle made a thump noise when it hit the ground.

The next morning while I was changing her diaper, she puts her feet up like she's going to scoot, I tell her not to even think about it - that's what got her in trouble the day before and she just wriggles her hips and grins at me. I swear she's just screwing with me now. A little later, I was cradling her in my arms on the sofa and she decides to spring-board off of my arm. I could tell what she was doing and was quick enough to turn to where she landed on a pillow on the sofa. Again, she just grinned at me. I find it funny in a "let's mess with Mommy" way.

So Richard and I are working on getting packed to move into our new house next weekend. Mom took Elizabeth today so that we could get stuff done and was keeping her overnight. I forgot to pack the medicine droppers, so Mom had to come and pick them up. I needed a break, so the three of us went out shopping. When we got back, Richard asked me if I wanted a car. I thought to myself, "What kind of stupid question is that? Of course I do." and said questioningly that yeah, I did. He told me that his dad asked if we wanted his '96 Infiniti I30. I want an SUV at some point, but right now, I really don't care as long as I have a big enough vehicle. I told him that I had no problem with that. So tonight, I made "Thank You" pound cake for Richard's parents. The recipe I had made two loaves, so I divided it up and made one a Mayan Chocolate and the other Mocha. (Mayan Chocolate is chocolate with cinnamon.) I'm giving half of each flavor to his parents. The other halves we're going to taste and share with Mom. I have really missed baking. I haven't really cooked since before I gave birth to Elizabeth. Hopefully, I can start cooking and baking again soon.