Last night it was a full house… I mean, full bed. I had my crying child on my right and my sleeping son on my left- hubby to his left. Anyhow, while I was trying to comfort my middle child, I had asked her to hand me my cellphone.
I had remembered that a secretary for a new psychiatrist had emailed, and although both hubby and I agreed this doctor was grossly expensive, we knew it was time to forge ahead.
Unfortunately for my son, I was trying to see my screen (which meant I needed to extend my arm) and I accidentally dropped my phone on his head… four separate times. I don’t know if it was my own anxiety for trying to quickly find the email or my lack of dexterity in the middle of the night, but my lack of phone holding control was the impetus for stopping my non-stop crying child’s bout.