Suckitude, Part the Second
As we left it last post, Jack's school called and the secretary said, "Is this Amy? Hi. Jack had an accident."
My first thought, upon seeing the caller ID, was that he had thrown up. Emmie puked in the morning, so of course he would be puking in the afternoon and I just knew that I would be puking by dinner. Great, just great.
Except then she said he had an accident. The day before he had "an accident" and they just changed his pants to the spare we leave at school. So what the hell were they calling me for? Just change him.
"He fell on the playground and we don't think he has a concussion and he didn't break anything, but he fell on his head and we have him here in the office and we just can't calm him down," she said. "I think you need to come and get him."
What the? Fell? Head? Concussion? Well, shit. That is no good. I told her I would be right over and hung up. My next realization was that Emmie was in the middle of her nap. How in the hell was I going to get her up and downstairs and into the car without carrying her? This put a kink in things.
Putting my first-born's needs above all others, I tried to rouse Emmie to no avail, so I reached into the crib and picked her up. Then I carried her down the stairs. Sometimes, you just have to carry your 25-pound toddler in an emergency, cerclage or no cerclage. She woke up enough once we were downstairs that she could walk out to the car on her own two feet, so off we went.
When I arrived, he was sitting slumped in a chair with his teacher and a bag of ice on his face. I could hear the moaning before I got around the corner in the office and when he saw me, the wailing started anew. When he turned toward me, I felt awful. His poor little eye was all black and scraped from the eyebrow, down around his eye to his cheek.
I sent my beautiful child off to school that morning and they sent him home a scarred prize-fighter. Apparently, he was running and missed the steps on the playground and hit the ground with his head first, then his hands. But seeing as he is a boy and we have definitely had our share of injuries over the last three years, I was pretty calm about the whole thing.
His doctor didn't seem to think anything was serious enough to merit an office visit, so we hung out on the couch and played and watched a little Wiggles until he calmed down. He was pushing his sister down after about an hour, so I knew he had to be fine.
The best part about the whole incident? Picture day was the next day. Oh yes, my kid had a black eye in his first school picture. And when another mom suggested I could just have them retake it later, I asked if she was crazy.
"I have a blog, this is material too good to pass up!" I crowed. That's me, always exploiting my children for material. But how can you not show this off?
Day 1, ouch
Day 2, even better
My first thought, upon seeing the caller ID, was that he had thrown up. Emmie puked in the morning, so of course he would be puking in the afternoon and I just knew that I would be puking by dinner. Great, just great.
Except then she said he had an accident. The day before he had "an accident" and they just changed his pants to the spare we leave at school. So what the hell were they calling me for? Just change him.
"He fell on the playground and we don't think he has a concussion and he didn't break anything, but he fell on his head and we have him here in the office and we just can't calm him down," she said. "I think you need to come and get him."
What the? Fell? Head? Concussion? Well, shit. That is no good. I told her I would be right over and hung up. My next realization was that Emmie was in the middle of her nap. How in the hell was I going to get her up and downstairs and into the car without carrying her? This put a kink in things.
Putting my first-born's needs above all others, I tried to rouse Emmie to no avail, so I reached into the crib and picked her up. Then I carried her down the stairs. Sometimes, you just have to carry your 25-pound toddler in an emergency, cerclage or no cerclage. She woke up enough once we were downstairs that she could walk out to the car on her own two feet, so off we went.
When I arrived, he was sitting slumped in a chair with his teacher and a bag of ice on his face. I could hear the moaning before I got around the corner in the office and when he saw me, the wailing started anew. When he turned toward me, I felt awful. His poor little eye was all black and scraped from the eyebrow, down around his eye to his cheek.
I sent my beautiful child off to school that morning and they sent him home a scarred prize-fighter. Apparently, he was running and missed the steps on the playground and hit the ground with his head first, then his hands. But seeing as he is a boy and we have definitely had our share of injuries over the last three years, I was pretty calm about the whole thing.
His doctor didn't seem to think anything was serious enough to merit an office visit, so we hung out on the couch and played and watched a little Wiggles until he calmed down. He was pushing his sister down after about an hour, so I knew he had to be fine.
The best part about the whole incident? Picture day was the next day. Oh yes, my kid had a black eye in his first school picture. And when another mom suggested I could just have them retake it later, I asked if she was crazy.
"I have a blog, this is material too good to pass up!" I crowed. That's me, always exploiting my children for material. But how can you not show this off?
Day 1, ouch
Day 2, even better
posted by Amy at
7:01 PM
7 Comments:
Holy shit! Sorry to say this, but that shiner is AWESOME!!! And yes, get his picture taken at school like that--stud!!
When my sis got married, Ajers was 2. He had a black eye for all the pics in which he wore a tuxedo. I still love those photos!!
awww Jack, Sending you a big hug.
Poor little guy!!
There is nothing sadder than the way they start crying AGAIN when they see you after they hurt themselves at school.
Staarted your blog today! Love the 'cliffhanger' but the i am a mom to 3 boys (and one girl)... so shiners, bruises andscabs are all part and parcel for me! We tell our boys that girls love the scars! lol
Oh no!! He is the cutest kid ever-- he wears the shiner well, I think. And I agree, you will LOVE those school pictures forever.
That's quite a shiner! Poor, kid!
But now when he acts up, you can threaten to poke him in his "good eye"...
Oh my goodness!!! Poor little man! But he looks so proud of it in that first picture! And hey, chicks dig scars, so this will pay off big time in high school!
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