This is what I kept telling myself. January is always a tough month for me.
February would be better . The baby older, the weather warmer. Just make it to February. I even registered for a 4 mile race on February 1st in Central Park. My grandma always said what you do the 1st of a month is how the rest of the month would go. So she would never schedule doctor appointments on the 1st. Yesterday I went for a 6 mile run careful not to run over any ice , came home and laid out my clothes for the race in the morning . Planned out my plan of pumping and running to the subway , which stop I would get off at
ect.., And then I was carrying the baby to the changing table and all of a sudden a sharp pain coursed through my foot . I almost dropped the baby I could not walk . I don't know if I heard a pop or a crack or what the baby was crying and soon so was I . Marc came home a while later and I was beside myself . I can't walk across the room, I can't hold the baby or Rory . It feels like I broke it but how? So I sit this morning horrified should I go to the ER or should I wait and see . How will I get Rory to Music class ? How will I work at ABC all the way on the west side? All I had to do was make it to
February and 6 hours before I might have broke my foot.