Mama’s to do List:
- Laundry (praying clothes dry in time for school)
- Morning Drop off
- Doctor’s Appointment for our Toddler
- Purchase Christmas tree lights (planned on decorating the tree last night but we had a few stands of lights out, kiddos were terribly disappointed)
- Get prescription for our Toddler
- Clean up box of Rice Krisipies that were spilt in the Family Room by our Toddler two minutes before leaving this morning!
- Quiet time
- Momup! Thank you God, it has been a crazy weekend (and morning) and it is nice to sit
- Pickup from School
- Looks like I will be off to the store to purchase a new box of Rice Krispies Cereal and Crunch bars (hubby and kiddos got into the Crunch bars I sat aside for my daughter’s Girl Scout b-day treat). That reminds me, they are also having their thanksgiving party, I need to grabs some sweet potatoes to make sweet potato sticks, the Thanksgiving festivities aren’t over yet.
Momup! Topic: Taking a Child to the Emergency Room
When I was a child I would go with my mom to the emergency room whenever a family member was hurt or ill and it never affected me. We would sit and wait to hear what the doctor had to say and I saw it as an opportunity to watch television and each junk food. My how things change when it is your baby at the Emergency room.
I can remember our first trip to the emergency room like it was yesterday. It was three years ago and our family was getting ready to go to the apple orchard to pick apples and enjoy the fall festivities. We were about ten minutes from leaving the house when my son, who was 15 months at the time, started to shake the gate at the bottom of our stairs. Since we have wrought iron handrails we have to put the gate on the second step from the floor so that it latches properly. So there he was on the second step shaking the gate like it was a Piñata and if he kept shaking it maybe candy would fall out. Well, something definitely fell but it wasn’t candy. The gate gave and he fell backwards, the gate went with him, and he landed on the wooden rocking horse which should have been anywhere but there. I came running over to him as soon as I heard the thud and the loud cry that followed. As I got closer I realized there was blood. My heart started racing, I did my best to maintain my composure. I called up to my husband and said it looks bad. We grabbed our daughter and headed to the emergency room. As soon as we walked into the room and the nurse started asking 20 questions I could feel my body physically starting to become ill. I thought I was going to faint, what was wrong with me?
He ended up receiving two staples in his head and it healed nicely and he has since decided he can fly and his attempt resulted in super glue on the other side of the head, boys!?! What really concerned me was the way I reacted once in the Emergency room. I was so disappointed in myself; I am usually cool as a cucumber under pressure and hardly, if ever panic, what was my deal? I chalked it up to nerves; it was the first time one of my children has been in the hospital (excluding birth). I thought for sure, if something like this happens again I am going to be the levelheaded mom, I will be able to mentally and physically stand whatever circumstance may come my way. NOT!!!
After hosting our daughter’s birthday gatherings and party and hosting our first Thanksgiving we were looking forward to a relaxing Saturday. We went over to my Aunt and Uncle’s to watch the Ohio State vs. Michigan game (when you live this close to the state-line it can get ugly, but it is also a lot of fun). So, we were at the party, our toddler was having fun visiting and then we decided we should sit down to eat. She ate a bowl full of fruit and within seconds she started to shake, her lips turned blue, her temperature rose, and she became extremely lethargic. As I held her I had the mommy instinct that something was not right. Thankfully there were nurses there and they agreed. So my husband and I took off for the ER without a second thought. Once there I became the babbling idiot again. The receptionist asked me my daughter date of birth and I gave her my daughter due date; which was wrong, she was late. I gave her my name, and not my daughters, I had a hard time focusing. Thankfully my hubby got back from parking the car and had a clear mind and fixed everything I stated. Then it was off to the little room where we waited to see the doctor. Once I sat down in that little room I instantly had physical reactions. I was hot, I felt faint, and I thought I was going to throw-up. I remember telling myself to get it together; this was not happening again, I needed to be there for my baby. But nothing worked; I had to go outside for some fresh air. I thanked God for my husband who was able to be the rock in this situation.
I still cannot figure out what my deal is when it comes to my own children and the ER. Is it because the bond a mother has with her child is so strong? Is that why I become a babbling idiot and physically ill? How on earth did Mary manage? I myself tried giving all my worries to God but in this particular case it was not working.
Have you ever experienced a similar situation? How did you handle it? Were you the cool as a cumber mom or did you fall to pieces?