Don't know why..just felt compelled to share this..
Yesterday evening, my 4yr old had her very first softball practice. She has been sooooo excited for months, we were really looking forward to this moment. We get there and she bats first because in the words of her coach, "she's the youngest and the cutest" (a man after my heart..lol). After she bats, she goes to the field with the other kids to "catch" the batted balls. Well, these kids are 4, 5 & 6, so very few (thank God) were being hit to the field. So, they're all standing out there (like they do at this age) in a cluster talking and digging in the dirt with their cleats. Suddenly, my dd comes running off the field...crying. She reaches me and says, "mommie, i don't wanna catch anymore". I figured she was tired (no nap) so I just said, "okay, baby..just sit here and watch". Shortly, I went to the field to hit some balls to the kids because they were quickly becoming bored. After several attempts, I finally talked my dd into joining us. She had a blast! On the way home, she was talking about how much fun she had, so I asked her why she started crying. "Because mommie, that girl told me that if I stepped backwards and then forwards..and then bent over, that I'd fall into a hole and go to the next level..and I'd never see my mommie or daddy again. I was afraid I'd accidentally do that!!". Could you imagine a kid never playing a sport because some innocent child had traumatized her on her first day?? LOL! I explained that she was using her imagination, that wasn't true.. think I may have convinced her, not sure..lol
We left the ball park and went home. Within five mins of being home, my dear son (2yr) was jumping on his bed and suddenly we hear a "bang" and intense screaming. Big huge laceration on his forehead(okay, in rereading, that's an exaggeration..it was about 1cm and only slightly gaping)..bleeding like crazy. For the next hour, I debate on the ER or "riding it out"..couldn't tell if there was a skull fx or not..figured it was a blunt blow..but wasn't sure. Drive all over town getting G'moms opinion, aunt's opinion and finally co-worker and bf's opinion as to whether we needed to go to ER or not. Had already called and made insurance arrangements to go to ER, but HATES that place (yes, where I work) because the ER is soooo dang busy and full of germs. Finally just cleaned it well with h202 and applied polysporin & band-aid. Did q2-3hr neuro checks throughout night. He's fine this am, I'm still not sure he didn't need a stitch or two, but he won't let me leave a b'aid on it, so not sure stitches would have been good either.
interesting and rememberable evening..
to say the least
God, I love those kids..