fil was playing with L. on the bed in the guest room (you know, making a tent with the blankets, etc.). they are horsing around and L fell off the bed and hit her head. the bed is HIGH. it's our former master bedroom set. i'd say the bed is at my hip height, maybe higher.
i heard the thump, heard silence (omg scarier than hearing crying), ran in, picked up L, checked her pupils for dilation, iced her head, and talked to her in a calm nice voice.
i didn't cry. even though this bed horsing around stuff has been bothering me for QUITE SOME TIME, i made it a point to be nice and say "it happens, kids fall, no biggie" (essentially). i didn't freak out (other than the running; i'm actually pretty good in a medical "crisis"). i remembered all of the things to check, medically. i maintained my cool.
at no point did i say "!)#(($*^^*^&*(#(#(!$*$---AND THAT'S WHY WE DON'T DO THAT FOR FVVVCK'S SAKE YOU ALMOST BROKE MY KID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!ELEVENTY. which i felt in my soul, but understand that isn't reality (kids injure themselves all the damn time even if you tried to keep them in padded rooms).
please, throw the mad props my way.
Re: i would like some mad props, please.
The surface of this water is you, totally smooth:
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And if you don't see all that..
MAD PROPS!!
WOOT WOOT!!
Do you happen to be nesting from an Apple device? I would like to emoticon you if possible
i am not apple-compliant, BABs. i don't feel cool enough for apple products
also, i didn't make aanc's guy's "tha fvvck?" face when my ILs told me that we had to make a grocery store run bc they decided to have some cereal for breakfast AND for a snack AND USED UP ALL OF THE MILK FOR MY KID. you know, the toddler. who drinks milk like 4x/day.
Lol. How do you check their pupils when they're mid freak out? I've always sucked at remembering what to do in the case of head injuries. I love those moments in life when you say to yourself "This is me playing a grown up".
i cannot, but i will presume it's like pictures of susan b. anthony and thor and other well-known historical badasses.
i waited until she was burrowed in my neck and a bit calmer. and i totally shined (shone?) a flashlight right into her eyes to check. i mean, but i'm thorough.
my icy calm worked!
he came to me later and said "i should've realized it was only a matter of time. we'll play on the floor from here on out."
now, whether or not my husband (mr. ice cold calm himself) had anything to do with assisting that revelation, i do not know. but i think me not acting like a jackass helped FIL not to get defensive so that he would accept the GODDAMNED REALITY that you don't PLAY WITH TODDLERS ON HIGH, UNPROTECTED SURFACES. or steal their milk. lol.
Good job! I DO think that you could say something to FIL later, something like "I know you two were having fun and yes, kids are going to fall and hurt themselves, but we are trying to teach L not to jump/horse around on the bed" or something like that.
And I will tell you, last fall we took C to a big pumpkin patch and they had these large wood trains to climb on and while trying to get from car to the next, C fell knocking her forehead on the train. I totally let out this near screech and ran over to her. one of the other moms looked at me like I had three heads.
She was fine, except for a small bump and as usual, made a quick recovery.
i am so sad that this looks like boxes of letters to me. with scissors in the middle.
Awww poop. I just sent you an emoticon fest.
MAD PROPS woman!