Today was supposed to be a killer day. Take the new bike for a spin on the trails, have a lunch picnic on a blanket in the yard, walk over to the park. And the psycho scheduler inside of me is starting to get the wake up call; starting to realize that the words "toddler" and "schedule" just don't really go together.
I think it's good to try, but it's also important to be flexible and know that plans are going to be broken dozens of times a week for dozens of different reasons. I just need to mentally walk myself through that mantra ;)
So just as we were approaching "10am-- Mommy takes shower," we were interrupted with "9:58am-- Niall busts lip open by pulling wrought iron fireplace screen onto himself."
I'd like to say that it gets easier each time you go to the ER; that you gain more composure, are more relaxed, and have a quicker reaction time. But I'm afraid that just isn't the case for me.
I was surprisingly somewhat calm when I saw the deep purplish red dot above Niall's lip getting bigger and bigger after scooping him up off the floor. But then I spent about 3-4 minutes just pacing around the room, going "Uhhh, ok, uhhhh, gauze, uhhh, call doctor?, no, drive to ER, wait, stop the bleeding, please don't squirm!, where's that emergency kit?"
Once we got in to the stitching room, it took every ounce of my strength not to start crying for Niall. I knew it was going to be brutal, but watching your kid get strapped into a straight jacket and have a fish hook poked through his lip is pure torture. There was nothing I could do; he was screaming too loud to hear any of my attempts to soothe him and his entire body was enclosed in canvas, so I couldn't really touch him. I was seriously blinking back tears, hoping the doctor and nurse didn't notice.
But 3 stitches and one majorly delayed nap later, here we are. Good as new. Refreshed and revived with my tall glass of cucumber water, some classical music on the ol' ipod, and my feet propped up on the fire pit. Enjoying the sun, holding a baby monitor, and taking lots of deep breaths-- knowing that in 2 days, I will be in Charleston, SC for a week!
Excuse the frighteningly pale legs and feet
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