Sunday, May 17, 2009

Babysitter, heal thyself

So on Friday the weather had me housebound with the twins, and at some point, as tends to happen, things get physical: they love nothing more than being tossed about like potato sacks. I've devised a clever method of sitting, leaning against the couch, tossing each child in the air for a few minutes each. This gives me a good view of the TV, I don't have to get up, and it works my upper body better than a Nautilus. Oh yeah, and the kids like it.

I got a bit bored with the repetition, so I began twisting the girl upside down, bringing her to land softly on her head, then flipping her over. (She has no fear, and I swear will be an amusement-park junkie faster then you can say, "You Must Be As Tall As This Line.")

So from time to time now she'll come over, give me a wide smile, bend over,  and it's my cue to flip her forward onto her head, then over. 

Friday I decided that, since she's so imitative, I'd do a summersault for her as a demo so that she cold do it herself.  Summersaults were such a part of my childhood that I can recall doing them as clear as day, as if it were yesterday.

So when I cleared a path on the carpet and began my roll, I was shocked at how foreign it all felt, how foreign my own body felt.

It was as I rolled over that I felt something ...give in my neck. Simultaneously, I heard a bit of a sound, also coming from my neck.

Through  my mind flashed images of me as a quadriplegic caring for two twins for the several hours until their dad came home.

Then I was over, and I could move my limbs. My neck felt a bit sore, but suddenly... looser. Less tightened up.

I had given myself an adjustment. I did another roll to be sure and yep, no noise, no pulling, just wide-open summersaulting.

The children were amused, but have not yet imitated me. I've gone back to Baby Toss for the time being, Less hazardous.

2 comments:

SP said...

Cluck cluck cluck.

JC said...

You're so jealous.