I love being a mom! I always wanted to be a mom even when I was a little girl. The hours I would play with my dolls...dressing them up...feeding them....rocking them....combing their hair. I imagined that real motherhood would be all these things and really... not much more! I am always surprised, still after 11 years of motherhood, when reality occasionally sets in and things happen that I don't remember signing up for. Things like my precious child jumping off the chair and literally landing on his face. Not his feet but HIS FACE!!! I don't know what to do when little teeth go into the gums and create buckets of blood streaming out of the mouth. This is not a scenario I played out with the dolls. I didn't sign up for this. I remember only agreeing to the dressing up, feeding, playing and rocking to sleep parts. I think we need to pull out the contract again and go over the points I put my initials on because I really doubt bloody and bruised mouths are not on there. There is no way I would have agreed to it.
I don't know whats up with all the white gunk growing in his lip. I am hoping its supposed to look worse before it gets better. This happened on Sunday night and Monday I thought I should take him to the doctor to get it checked. She suggested I go to the ER and get stitches (for some reason they don't do that at the office). She proceeded to tell me they would have to cut the flap of skin and then stitch it up. Insert pictures of a screaming bloody murder child in my head. I was made to think that if I didn't get it done then the wound would heal funny and he would have a huge bump in his lip...like forever. Insert images of my deformed child with no social life and never getting married in my head. So I called Todd and told him to meet me at the hospital because there was no way in hell I was going to do this by myself. Insert memories of screaming child with a broken arm a year ago! Of course the Er is busy because its a Monday so we wait.....................
and wait.......................
and wait........................
2 hours later we walk out of the ER with no stitches! Mr Dr. said he did not recommend getting them because of increased chance of infection (we should have gone in right after he hurt himself) and he thought it would heal fine on his own. But he said he would do it if we wanted him to. Ummmmm stupid question....think we will pass. 2 hours of my life I will never get back but at least he didn't have to have unnecessary pain and here's hoping he will return to his cutie- patootie form in no time.
Why did God give me all boys?? I am not good at this kind of stuff. When both boys got circumcised I had to leave the room. When Kyler split his head open 9 yrs ago, I had to leave the room while he got his stitches. Its up to Todd to clean all wounds in the house. I made Todd take Kaden to get his cast off because I couldn't stand the thought of him freaking out while they sawed the thing off. I am sure there is a lesson in all of this but so far I can't come up with one!
2 comments:
Oh poor Kaden .. looks pretty sore. Yep, all that stuff is in the fine print ... so fine it can't be seen with the human eye. Be glad you're not Aunt Cheryl. Brian was known by his first name at every hospital across the state. Check your email. I sent you one that explains why boys need a mom. :-)
Poor Kaden! And poor Mommy! Although, I have to say I am cracking up right now, Andrea!!! You have such a great way with words, and I've gotta say "ditto!" I'm right there with you as far as not signing up for that part of being a mom!!! I am to the point now that I can at least appear to remain calm on the outside, while blood is pouring out of Tyler's head wounds, but on the inside I am still officially FREAKING OUT! And of course it always happens when Dad is NOT home, why is that?? I'm sure Kaden will be back to his cutie patootie self in no time! :)
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