After many, many months of house hunting and saving up our money, we finally found and purchased our first home. It has been a very exciting time for our little family, however, it has been extremely busy and I have been away from here for a long time. The past few months I have been spinning out of control because it seemed as if there was no time to even take a breath! I had to pack up a three bedroom apartment by myself and make sure that I finished my school semester strong as well. Between all the moving arrangements and juggling school, my two kids, and my two dogs I felt like I was literally losing myself in all of the chaos. Thankfully, two weeks ago we finally and officially moved into a super cute four bedroom home just a few minutes away from my mom’s house; which is a huge plus. Being so close to family has been such a blessing, especially because it just so happens that on the exact same day that we were moving in, I broke my damn foot.
Yup, as the movers were finishing unloading the rest of our belongings, I was also unloading a few of the things I had packed up in the Jeep. My four year old daughter insisted that I let our pug, Olive, ride in the middle seat with her and her brother in the backseat. I knew in my gut that it wasn’t a great idea, but I did not want to crush her so early in the morning so I caved in and let Olive ride in the back. Well, not too far down the road from our apartment on the way to our new home, Olive pooped in the backseat. Instant regret and anger filled my body but I could not stop the Jeep, I had to get to our new home before the movers so that I could let them in. As soon as I pulled up, I realized we made it before them so I drove the jeep around the back of the house to clean and dump the stinky poop into our trashcan outside. I drove back around to the front just in time because the movers were pulling up. I opened the door for them and they began to unload quickly as I also decided to unload the few things I had loaded up in the Jeep. I had placed Olive in his crate back in the trunk with our other dog Bunny and I was almost done unloading everything, I felt so accomplished and close to the finish line. I unloaded Bunny and when I got Olive and his crate down I realized that he had pooped AGAIN! This time in his crate but I was still so annoyed as I quickly cleaned up his mess and ran to the backyard so that I could throw it out in the trashcan outside. I was making my way back up to the front so that I could finally take the kids out of their car seats and finish our move officially when the worst thing happened.
I was lightly jogging from the backyard to the front thinking, ‘Well this is a great way to burn off some calories this morning.’, when I heard the ugliest crack and I collapsed to the ground. As I was running to the front, I stepped wrong on a little hill of dirt and my right foot twisted inward as my whole weight landed on it. I saw little black and white dots and I felt like I was going to pass out from the pain. I got up and forced myself to hobble over to the Jeep and got my two kids out and herded them inside. That is where I collapsed on the first chair that I could find and my body just gave out on me, I could not move. The movers were just gawking at me unsure of what to do or say. I just paid them and told that I would be ok and had them on their way. Once they were gone, I tried to stand up and test how much weight I could place on my foot and I quickly realized that was a terrible idea. I heard the crack again and collapsed to the ground from the pain and almost blacked out. I have given birth twice and I promise you that this felt more painful to me than those two times going through labor.
I just sat there on the ground and I could feel my eyes filling up with hot tears of anger and frustration. I could not believe this was happening to me! After so many months of hard work and the extreme amount of stress I had been putting myself through to ensure that the move went smoothly and finishing my semester, this just seemed like a cruel joke. I looked around and saw countless boxes that needed to be unpacked and I wanted to do so many things, I just could not deal with anything; I felt powerless. Thankfully, my mom came to my rescue and dragged my kids and I to an urgent care near me. Turns out my foot was pretty badly fractured and they provided me with a clunky, black boot brace and crutches and the doctor told me to stay off my foot for two weeks then continue to wear the boot for an additional two weeks. I just laughed out loud because I could not believe the situation I was in.
It has been the strangest two weeks of my life. I have never felt so powerless, I have become used to doing things for myself and getting things done no matter what. Now, for the first time ever, all I could do was sit still; literally. I feel like maybe it was a lesson that I needed to learn at the moment, to just sit still and enjoy being in the moment instead of spiraling all over the place, trying to get everything done. I had the hardest time during the first few days, especially when people would tell me to ‘relax and rest’. Thankfully, my mom has come through for me so much throughout this whole time. She stepped up and has been coming twice a day to help me out with my dogs, my kids, and even has helped me unpack and arrange things throughout our new home. I am so grateful for her and my sister, Aaliyah, because I truly would not have been able to get through any of this without them!
Truths from a Mommy 