Colonel Mustard

Everyone has at least one or two movies from childhood that they remember watching over and over again.  For my husband, it was Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.  I had three, Little Shop of Horrors, Beetlejuice, and Clue. At any given moment I can recite any scene or sing a song from these movies.  One scene from Clue, in particular, describes how I'm feeling as we finish up this week.  Towards the end of the movie, people have been murdered with ropes, lead pipes, etc., the power has been cut a couple of times and Colonel Mustard (in the hallway) states "I just can't take any more scares!", followed by the chandelier crashing behind him.  Luckily for us, no lead pipes have presented themselves this week, but I've had enough and I need a break.

We started off the week with both girls home with me.  T's daycare was without power due to some crazy thunderstorms on Friday.  We were getting through the day just fine.  I was actually feeling pretty good about how it was going (my mistake).  K woke up around 2:30, I fed her and at 3:30, we went to get T up from her nap (girl will still sleep 3 hours +!).  I put K down in her crib to get T our of hers.  When T and I went back to K, we watched her wiggle for a couple of minutes and then she stopped breathing.

She was purple.

She was rigid.

I picked her up, and she didn't respond.

For some reason I carried her out to the landing on the stairs, all the while clapping her back and telling her to breath.  She finally responded.  All told, it was about 20-30 seconds, but it felt like an eternity.  We spent the rest of the evening at the emergency room for observation.  Nothing could be detected that was out of the ordinary with her.  She even smile at the nurse taking her, um, temperature.  They called it an "Apparent Life Threatening Event", without direct cause.  What I've been reassured is that she likely won't have another one and she likely would have gotten herself breathing without me.  When it comes to my baby breathing, "likely" isn't very reassuring, but she's been fine ever since.

We celebrated the 4th with some friends at their house, in their beautiful salt water pool (I will own one someday).  Yesterday, we sought refuge at another friends' house in their pool.  T is slowly warming up to the water and yesterday we had her splashing, kicking and scooping water.  I see swim lesson in her future, soon.  As we were drying off to go home, T was walking along the pool deck.  The water we dripped made it slippery and down she went. 

Hard. 

Our friend Colleen caught her right before she hit her head (THANK YOU!!!!!), but when we picked her up, she didn't start crying right away, her eyes rolled back and she shook.  We ran toward the house and called 911.  A minute later, when the paramedics arrived, T had calmed down, was sitting on my lap very quietly.  Her eyes were focused and she was able to answer some questions.  We, of course, watched her every movement and decided she was okay and that she was spared any serious head injury.  Today, she's completely back to normal, silly, stubborn, and stalling at bedtime.  She's singing her ABC's, reciting "Little Miss Muffet", and climbing everywhere (great).

So, from now on, I'll be answering to the name of Colonel Mustard.  Everytime I close my eyes, I see K's purple face or T's eyes rolling back.  Please take it easy girls, Mummy just can't take any more scares.

 My LOVES!