9
Sunday. Nine days to go. It's getting closer and I don't feel I am getting
much accomplished. Last Night I could not sleep. I watched Tyler Perry's
"Why Did I Get Married Too", and stayed up later than usual...altering
my "sleepy" time. Therefore, at three in the morning, I couldn't take it
any longer and decided to take a sleeping pill. After all, I didn't have to
work on Sunday, and I could just stay in bed a little longer than usual.
I never do, but ...this time I would have to. Because, taking it this late
or should I say early, would make me sleep at least until 10:30 A.M.
Hmmmmm....not a bad idea.
But it was.
Because, my Sunday morning started with Alonso crying. Loud. My eyes
opened. Sandra was preparing him breakfast. He kept fussing and crying,
so I got up to help out. Breakfast was ready and he wasn't hungry wich
was very strange. Well, maybe he had a tummy ache. He drank his juice,
and I told Sandra I was going back to bed...I was still groggy.
As I was falling asleep again, Sandra comes in the room. "Mom, look!
Look at his finger!". I was in a daze, "What! What finger?", I said as
I sat up in bed as I could. Sandra, carrying Alonso, waves his left hand
in front of my face. I squinted and tried real hard to focus on his fingers.
I am looking at his left, little, index finger and see something on it. I
said, "What wrong with his finger, it looks...fine." I tried focusing a bit
more...by looking closer, which was silly of me because without glasses
the closer I look, the less I see...Even so , I noticed a piece of nail
sticking out. "Oh, I think you just have to cut that nail a little bit."
as I pointed to it. "Why the big fuss?". She rolled her eyes as she
said very seriously, "MOM, PLEASE, that's a little piece of napkin that
must have gotten stuck there when I wiped his sticky fingers!", then
she held his ring finger out and said, "It's THIS finger Mom, THIS
finger!!! Was it hurt when Ines (his other grandma) brought him home?
last night?" I didn't even need to focus. My eyes opened wide. The very
swollen finger tip, certainly stuck out. I felt ill. I replied, "NO! He was
fine! I think I would have noticed Sandra!". We couldn't figure out what
or how he did it. Unless...he closed a door, or a drawer on it. Most likely.
What happened next? Sandra took him to the hospital. I would have
gone with them, like I always have.(high fevers, allergic mosquito bite)
But, not being an extremely serious injury, and Alonso acting like it
didn't hurt him, I decided to go ahead with my plans of attending
a baby shower that my friend, Cheryl, was giving for her daughter.
Sandra, later called me from the hospital to let me know his finger
was just swollen, not broken...and, he was prescribed an antibiotic.
What I relief! She arrived home as I was leaving with my friend,
Mary, to the shower. Alonso was thrilled with his visit to the hospital
and, was in a good mood. Kids....
Mary and I had a great time at the baby shower. It is always so wonderful
to share a great occasion like this...And with so many gifts, baby Justin,
surely is not going to need anything but love when he arrives!!!
I must mention that at the baby shower Cheryl introduced us in the
following manner: "These are my good friends Mary and Juana."
Frank, the father to be jumped with, "Mary and Juana?" That's too
funny...Marijuana!!!". (Years of friendship with Mary and we never
came up with this ourselves?). I replied jokingly, "Yeap, that's who
we are and we are here to liven up the party!" ...Oh, dear....
After the baby shower, I was going to go to Kohl's to buy a couple of
outfits for the trip, but I was needing a nap...and, that is exactly what
I did. When I got up, feeling much better I took off. And, you know what?
It was the first time in a long, long,long, time that I was actually buying
clothes for my husband to see me pretty! Unbelievable, I was enjoying
too! I grabbed at least 12 tops...jeans...I even surprised myself and
grabbed a couple of skirts! Although, I was uncomfortable with the fact
that since Pepe left, I have gone up to a size 10, I managed to not let
it bother me.
In the fitting room I was content with my choices, and was trying my
first outfit, when Pepe called! How amusing, we talked as I tried
on clothes. As always...multi-tasking! Come to think about it, I just
realized what the other people in the dressing room heard me
saying as I talked with Pepe ..."Oh, honey wait...I am going to try
something new...I think you are going to like it....What color do you
prefer? Purple or blue? ....Yeah, this is nice! I like this!!!... Oh, no...
noooooooo!!! Not this one ...Oh, honey, stop!!! I need a minute here!
..........Alright! definitely not my cup of tea.....Nah, too big!!! Nah, too
small!!! Baby, wait. I am sorry, but I need a moment to breath. I am so
out of shape...O.K. Ok....Wow, I hadn't tried so many things since
I was in my 20s! ....Actually, I am having fun with this..... Wait! Let me
try this other thing...What? you're tired? I know it's late! It's OK hon,
we'll continue tomorrow ...I love you!!!".
I was quite happy with my shopping experience. I can't wait for Pepe
to see me in my new clothes!
Tomorrow will be day 8!!! YAY!!!
