I love my child. From the moment I found out I was pregnant, I knew, I just knew I was going to have a tough kiddo. It didn’t matter if it was a girl or a boy, I was going to have a kid with some grit. My tiny T-Rex has just that. He is so rough and tumble and he is always in some sort of race or fight with something. I love it.
What I do not love, is when I have just poured my first cup of coffee in the morning and sat down in the warm sunshine to watch said little dino run about and as the words are exiting my mouth, ” Slow down son, not so fast!”, my little man took a header right into the corner of the entertainment stand. In slow motion I watched as my son’s head bounced off the corner and his smile faded into a look of shock then sheer pain.
I rushed like an EMT to his side, swooped him up and cuddled him close. As I pulled his head back to survey the damage, a miniature horror show erupted before my eyes. My sweet little boy looke das if he’d stepped out of Carrie. His face was drenched in blood. My dear husband did excellent as I shouted orders for washcloths, and then immediately to have him retrieve keys. As I got a closer look at the gash o his head, one word echoed through my head and made its way out my mouth. Stitches!!
My little man is only 2. Now I told you he was rough and tumble, and I completely had wagered on a broken bone by three. He knows absolutely no fear except that of a changing table in a public restroom. That’s a story for another time though. So, as I loaded my tiny bleeding little kid in the car, I had to remind myself he was tough, and this is what kids do. Then the bad mom took over and began yelling, ” You broke your baby!!” I really get annoyed by bad mom, and the waves of guilt that hit were awful.
It is that moment between guilt and calm mom that you have to pause and realize, this truly is what kids do! Each nurse that peeked at his adorable little face smiled and said, “Oh just wait, more will come. ” and chuckled as they walked away. I felt a little relieved when they giggled, but then I looked at more poor baby. He smiled so sadly as I told him time and again he was going to be ok and it was a small bonk.
After 4 stitches and promises of I think about every item a 2 year old could want we were able to walk out of the hospital and from the whole mess, my little guy learned a few things.
- When mom says, “Slow Down ” it really means to slow your body down!
- We learned how to tell everyone we have stitches and make the best sad face to accompany it.
- Nothing beats a good cup of Dutch Brothers on the way home as a reward for not passing out during our stitches.
I am thrilled that this little adventure is over, and after a week stitches come out, and all that is left is a small scar and a great story. Have you ever had one of your little ones crash and burn? How did you and they handle it? I’d love to know.