When I reached them, I managed very well at first. I stayed calm as I turned my inner tube this way and that, avoiding the rocks and other debris that attempted to throw me out of my vessel and into the water. But my shortsightedness failed to see the big rock slightly covered by the raging rapids.
I hit it at full speed and fell, tumbling into the dangerous cold water.
Andrew has cried for much of the day the last 2 weeks.
At first, I did very well. I held him in my rocking chair and softly sang his favorite lullabies. When he would sleep, I would hurriedly clean and make dinner.
Until this week.
This week, Andrew's naps have been sporadic. I put him down and he begins to whimper. His whimper turns into cries which abruptly become piercing screams if he is not picked up immediately. It is like post-colic colic.
I hit that rock last night.
After battling his cries all day, I thought he would finally sleep when the evening came. My hopes were dashed as he started another round.
I looked at him and told him to stop. Not very motherly, huh?
Ben heard my tone and glanced up from his notebook. Something in my appearance must have frightened him because he came over and took Andrew from my arms. He sent me to bed, promising he would take care of our little guy.
I catch hold of my inner tube, clinging to it for dear life. My legs and arms are covered with scratches and bruises. My head hurts from the fall. But, I am safe. I am safe!
The tube guides me to safety. I land on the riverbank and begin to sob. My heart is full of gratitude.
I know Andrew will feel better soon. It is going to be rough until he gets there. Still, when I see his face and hear his cries, my heart aches for my poor little guy.
I am making my rounds around the net. It will take me awhile to catch up with all of your delightful blogs, but I am coming.
As for my 10 things list? I will be completing it shortly. Sometimes I must roll with the twists and turns of my life. This is one of those times.