I was just about to sit down and write a blog post about the spinach quiche I made a few weeks ago and I got that sinking feeling you get when remembering something bad. I was reminded that we aren't perfect as parents... we make mistakes and hopefully learn from them. It's just unfortunate when our kids are in the midst of that process.
Jeremy and I have each gotten the first taste of the guilt and turmoil that comes when you feel responsible for your child getting injured...
Jeremy has felt that with Harper; and me with Bentley.
- Jeremy was playing with Harper just before getting ready for bed... He was swinging her around by her hands, as he has countless times before, when he heard and felt a pop in her wrist. He stopped immediately and waited for her to react. He heard an "ouch, ouch" and watch as she held her arm... we put it on ice immediately, thinking it looked a tiny bit swollen, not knowing what was wrong with it. After we tried everything we could to see if she could use her arm, we knew a trip to the ER or urgent care was necessary. It turned out that she had what is called "nurse-maids elbow" (in Dr. terms: subluxation of the radial head) or in layman terms... she dislocated her elbow. Thankfully the Dr. at urgent care took a look at it and had it back in place in a matter of minutes. Immediately after, the nurse told Jeremy to hold down her good arm and handed Harper a sticker... enthusiastically Harper grabbed the sticker with her "bad" arm and even coaxed the nurse into giving her a few extra! She still talks about how she hurt her elbow and how the Dr. fixed it. We now opt for other ways to have fun with her rather than swinging her by her arms, as they told us she is more likely now to do that again.
(Harper playing dress up, after her arm was fixed)
- Bentley's injury was just as innocent with it's occurrence, but with less of a quick fix. First, I must explain that it was the "witching hour"... you know, that time of day where the kids are getting cranky and tired just as you are trying desperately to get dinner made. Yeah... Jeremy was on his way home from Seattle and I was rushing about to get the quiche into the oven. I often carry Bentley around on my back in our Ergo carrier, but on this day I had forgotten it in the car Jeremy drove to Seattle in... so the front pack is where Bentley went. In a rush, I went to put the quiche in the oven and as I did, I heard Bentley start to cry... Yes, he grabbed the oven door with his fingers!!! Thank God Jeremy walked in the door RIGHT then because the rest of the evening was a total cluster. We immediately immersed his fingers into a bowl of cold water, and there he stayed with his hand in the water for over an hour. He had a difficult time going to bed that night (as you can imagine), but when he did he ended up sleeping through the night (to our surprise!). I was laden with guilt for rushing around so much and not anticipating the danger of cooking with him in the front pack. We took him into our pediatrician the next morning as the burns were "second degree" since he had developed blisters on three of his fingertips! Our little man was SO tough that the next day, he acted as if nothing had happened to him.
(Me and my little man cooking, just before his injury... (sigh)...Sad)
Jeremy and I have recently noted to each other that you never know what lies ahead of you... both of those evenings, Jeremy and I had looked forward to "date nights" at home, since Jeremy's been traveling so much. We make OUR plans, but sometimes those just don't come to light.
Oh the roller coaster and heart aches we will continue to experience as parents!