I’ve found in my time being a mother it’s one thing to offer advice, it’s another to make up totally tall tales about the lesson at hand. The lesson was to wash my fruit before I give it to my son (duh.) This was a no brainer and I always rinse my fruit whether it states that it’s been pre-washed or not.
Of course I get a certain family member telling me that she had a friend whose daughter had strawberries that weren’t washed who ended up in the ER and died because of it. With that said I’m starting to believe she knows a lot of people with dead children *rolls eyes* since this happened locally I figured there would have been a write up done about it but I’m rather sure such a thing didn’t happen.
Yes, as a parent I understand there are certain precautions that need to be taken but when offering advice it’s a little drastic to be like “I knew someone who lost a child because…” It’s stressful enough having a child that you’re only trying to do right by, adding over dramatized advice only adds to the stress.
Long story short, wash your fruit and veggies before you give them to your kids… not because they’re going to end up in the ER… but more likely because if they end up with a nasty stomach ache you’re going to be the one dealing with the nasty consequences.
So my mothers day long weekend wasn’t exactly glamorous by any means. All supposed activities were cancelled and I even opted out of having my gift picked up, at the end of the day I was beyond tired and simply wanted to sit down. Why is this? Because I am a mom. Because I had a little boy who ended up with a touch of heatstroke. It began Friday night when he gave me the early gift of rein acting a scene from The Exorcist which ended up with mom wearing more puke than she ever desired, my husband cleaned up the floor (and everything else that was in range of being a vomit target) as I took him upstairs to bathe… it was a very late night. Saturday my son was less than compliant as he complained of a headache, being cold (even though it was 30c outside) and wanted to go for an early nap which in the end mom happily obliged but only got to lay down for maybe an hour.
I did get to go out dancing Saturday night as dad took the reins and held down the fort as Mr. cranky pants went to bed fairly early. After a night of coming home late and crawling into bed even later my son was up with the birds and came into the bedroom yelling “mommy” at the top of his lungs. My husband did try to allow me a little more sleep but apparently couldn’t outwit our 3 year old as he ended up back in the bedroom beckoning for me to get up. The weather wasn’t compliant with my plans to go out and enjoy a trek across some suspension bridges (especially with a 3 year old) so that was scratched off the list right away, we ended up going out for a bit with plans to grab my mother’s day gift (since I knew what I wanted and my husband agreed it would be easier if I were to just show him.) Unfortunately a little someone wasn’t exactly feeling up to par so we came home. After much whining my son wanted to go for a nap which I was happy with because I was so tired and could use the sleep, unfortunately it was all of an hour long nap (just enough time for me to fall into a good sleep to be woken up again with “MOMMY!”)
Of coursed when your child has heatstroke they want nothing to eat or drink so there was a special trip made to McDonalds for french-fries and cream soda, those were eaten in the car as mom and daddy drove around because he was finally content with eating and drinking and we didn’t want to break stride. There was much soothing as my child cried and whined in my arms that he didn’t feel well, as I coaxed him into drinking more fluids as his tears soaked my shirt. There have been many instances where he’s gotten upset because I haven’t been dead on with my mommy senses knowing exactly what he wants. I must say dinner was good even though it was simple and eaten quickly, it turned out to be the most peaceful part of the day since kiddo was on the couch watching Land Before Time.
Now here I sit, tired as heck and not looking like I had a blissful, enjoyable mother’s day… but my son is feeling better, he’s smiling and laughing now and running around which makes it all worth it, I would give a day for time anytime… because I am his mom.
The past two weeks have been totally nuts between celebrating kiddo’s 3rd birthday (with more than one party, actually there were two of them.) We’ve also been really busy with my husband’s sister and brother in law moving to the city which was a huge move for them, and also with people coming in to visit. This has left our son most likely feeling a little overwhelmed. It’s hard not to forget that little people can become overwhelmed when there’s so much going on. Last night I was wondering why suddenly he was acting up so much at his birthday dinner, he wasn’t listening and didn’t want to sit and eat, he was all over the place being passed between uncles and friends, we took him to an arcade/mini golf afterwards where he ran himself into exhaustion. It was obvious now that I think about it, for the past two weeks we’ve been on the go constantly with absolutely no down time, he was being over stimulated and had simply had enough.
Today we had a relaxing day, we had a nice slow morning, we went over to my best friends place (who lives right beside us.) We let the kids play in the pool while mom’s got some sun, it was an easy going day where the schedule was rather loose, nap actually happened on time because by the time we got home I had a very wet and played out little boy, but he was happy.
Sometimes in the hustle and bustle of life it’s easy to forget that we ALL need down time.
Now some parents might think me horrible for posting this, but this is the nitty gritty shit that parents get to deal with… this is one of those things that people who aren’t parents have no idea actually HAPPEN to parents.
I had to take my son to the ER tonight… not because he stuck peas up his nose, not because he ingested something strange from a container with a skull on it… nope. What happened? Well my little boy had placed his penis on the potty and was taking a pee all while trying to keep the lid (yes the 2nd heavier lid) up. He failed to do so and mom failed to catch it as it came smashing down on him. I don’t know who screeched louder as my thoughts were “oh my god my little boy!” My son did a scream and dance as I grabbed him and cradled him trying to assure him it was okay… I looked down and to my horror saw blood. I put a cold cloth on him and let him cradle against me as I called my parents saying I needed them to take me to the hospital. By the time we arrived he was incredibly swollen but all things considered he was calm and asking nurses for stickers. My biggest fear was if there was any internal damage and about it being cut. Luckily the people were great and got us in fairly quickly, the two doctors that were on scene looked like they were bikers with their tattoo’s and what not, they took a look and assured me that everything was going to be fine… bruised… sore but fine. In any case I’ve been told to continue with polysporine and keeping the area clean for the next while…
I’ve hear of the zipper catcher and even figured I would deal with that eventually with my son but I never foresaw that the toilet could be a potential hazard, so there you go mom’s… now you know.
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