It took a year of having the boy home before we had to make our first ER visit.? It was a year and a half before the boy projectile vomited on me.? Evidently it took 2 years to achieve the status of “survived bleeding head wound.”
I think this is the worst fear of mothers of boys.? We know it will happen.? Along with broken limbs, broken windows and random sports objects to the face.? We do our best to prepare for it, but honestly ladies… nothing prepares you for blood running out of your child’s head.
McScreamy woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.? Shocking!? Seeing as he had a very full week entertaining other people.? And why in the world would he want to make our Anniversary nice and relaxing?
We decided to visit a localish mall to check out its newest addition.? While there we figured many stores were having great back to school sales so we took advantage and did some shopping for the boy.? Near the end of our shopping experience the boy decided to pitch a fit.? Trying to haul off and punch his father fit.? Needless to say we left the mall.
Boy had nap.? Boy still cranky.? We endured the ebb and flow of screaming and not screaming and after a mostly eaten dinner he seemed to be in a better mood.? I reorganized the play room in my OCD fashion and the boy ran about squealing in delight over something I’m sure was mostly boring.? That is until he went running into my office to see his father and I hear “CRACK…” followed shortly by wailing.? It took me a minute to get up because I was doing my best to ignore him, but from the sound of the trusty husband I didn’t stay seated for long.
He started in on the silent scream, followed by a scream only dogs could hear.? My child, in his infinite wisdom, smacked the side of his head on the corner of the oak counter on my office craft table (which happens to be right at small child head height).
I grabbed him from the trusty husband to see if there was any damage and this is where that whole preparing for the eventual bleeding head wound part failed me.? My reaction was the complete opposite of what I had practiced.? Instead of the, “oh it’s ok honey, you just have an owee” it was more of the “Oh dear lord he’s bleeding.”? Throw in a horrified look for good measure.? Of course this caused the previously calmed down child to freak out even more, and a mother repeating, “it’s a head wound, they bleed a lot.”
I wouldn’t call it “trauma” per se.? As to not freak out the grandmothers.? Once we got the whole thing cleaned up we discovered it was a small 5cm cut that was really no big deal.? More of a big deal for me than anyone else.? But still…. Lord help me when he starts hockey in October.