Recap of a 24-hour period in Harper’s life:
(or “the tragedy of being the second child”)
Wednesday afternoon, 4:00…while filling up Elliott’s baby pool, I placed Harper on a blanket in the grass next to the pool. After about a minute of filling up the pool, I realize that the little hole on the side of the hose is positioned perfectly for spraying Harper in the grass. For some time she had been lying there getting sprayed with freezing cold water all over her face (mostly) and body. She didn’t even cry. It might have been hot enough that it was slightly refreshing, but given that she was barely six weeks at the time, I’m not sure that’s how she should be cooled down. Her clothes had to be changed, if that tells you anything about how wet she was.
Thursday, around noon…we got home from running some errands and I let Ellie get in her pool for a little bit before lunch. While she was swimming, I sat in a lawn chair and fed Harper a bottle. It was hot and sunny, but she was shaded with a blanket and I thought she was fine. She chugged 4 oz. in no time flat and then we headed inside to eat lunch. Halfway through lunch, I notice Harper had spit up a little while sitting in her vibrating chair on the table. When I went to clean her up, it wasn’t just a little spit up. She had barfed up at least half the bottle and was sitting in it. And it was cold so it had been there for a minute. It was completely my fault, I set up the perfect storm: hot and sunny, too much formula, too fast, and then put the baby in the vibrating chair to shake it right out of her. Good job Mommy. Added bonus for making her sit in it for who knows how long.
Thursday afternoon, 1:00…so Harper is covered with spit up. I make her sit in it for a minute more while I get her bath ready (because, really, there was no way around a bath at this point). She’s still little enough that we bathe her in her baby bath in our kitchen sink. I put the baby bath in the sink and fill it up with water. About half way through bathing her, I somehow hit the bath so it slips off the side of the sink and collapses into the sink spilling water everywhere and scaring the bejesus out of Harper. Good thing I was holding her head (because I was washing her hair) or she would have ended up lying in the sink.
Harper will be a lot less whiny than Elliott.
Harper will be tougher than Elliott.
Harper will be scrappier than Elliott.
Harper will be more resilient than Elliott.
Harper will appreciate making it out alive more than Elliott.