The Weekend of Injuries

Thank God, everyone is ok! This weekend was just one injury after the other.

It started with Goddess on Saturday. My dining room table is up against my dining room window, it would be flush with the wall but the floorboard radiator stops that. There is just enough room for my pixie baby to get there. She stands on the radiator when I am on the computer and watches me. I tell her to get down and eventually take her arm and remove her. This time as she got back there I gave her the warning which included "if you don't get out of there you are going to fall and end up with teeth like Mommy" (I lost my two front teeth to an injury in school when I was about 9).

30 seconds later as I was about to tell "I said get down" she slipped. There is no where to go in that tiny area except down and down she went. The thing is, there is a table right below her chin (it's the tiniest area. She had the wall behind her and the table in front). Her chin hit the table and she was screaming. I used my super human mommy strength, you know the one, and moved the table with one hand so that I could reach in and get her out.

As I was picking her up, she was screaming and the blood was just beginning to pool in her mouth and spill over her lip. Still not knowing what I was dealing with I headed to the bathroom, grabbing the dentists magnet off the refrigerator and the cordless on the way. She was screaming and hurt. I could tell! The blood was all over both of us but there was so much you couldn't see what was injured. Was it her tongue, gum, teeth, what? As I put her on the sink counter and put the towel to her mouth to catch the blood, she got an "I'm sorry out." My poor injured baby was sorry that she hadn't listened.

I told her it was ok and that I knew she was. As I went to my room to call the dentist she softly cried on my shoulder. I got the answering machine and left a message. I still wasn't sure if it was her teeth but obviously since my own accident teeth are a concern.

An hour later as the blood was slowing and I could look in there I saw that the blood was coming from behind her two front, bottom teeth. It took her two hours to calm down and this morning she asked why I yelled at her yesterday. I told her I wasn't yelling, I was concerned. Mostly, I just kept saying, "oh honey, oh honey."

All is well now. It hurts her to use the teeth to eat and I will get her to the dentist this week to make sure they didn't get pushed into her gums and that all is well.

Now for the second injury. I took the kids out to butt sled down the rock behind my house so I could get some pictures and they could get some exercise.

We had been out for about 2 hours. I was freezing and had just given the kids the 5 minute warning. "We're going inside in 5!" I got the usual "no" from Handsome. Whatever, I was cold and we were going in. In hindsight I wish I had given the warning 10 minutes prior because we would have been inside already.

My son is a daredevil when he is going down that hill. It scares the crap out of me. He half runs and until he falls, taking the rest of the hill however he lands; sometimes on his knees, something rolling, sometimes on his belly or sideways. This time he must have ended up backward and he crashed into a tree next to the hill. I hate this tree and told my dad that I was going to put bubble wrap around it when the kids go down the hill. It is right there and they have to TRY to avoid it. I was looking down but heard the sound as his back smacked full force into the tree. He screamed "ow" and my stomach sank. He doesn't normally complain about pain or make a big deal out of something so to see him saying "ow" and rolling around on the ground made me very nervous.

I said, "Are you ok? Come here." Mostly I wanted to see him stand. He started coming at me crying, saying, "stupid mommy, if you do that again, you are going to get a strike." Yes, lovely talk I know but this told me that everything was ok and I would talk about his words with him later. We headed inside and he refused to tell his dad what happened.

He took a warm shower and said he felt much better afterwards.

Tonight while we were sitting on the couch watching America's Funniest Videos, the kids were having chips and pretzels, I noticed my son's face change. He was scared, he pointed to his throat and then to the inside of his mouth. He was nervous and as I walked over he started crying, I knew that meant he had gotten whatever was in his throat out or it went down.

We walked to get water and he tried to cough, I put out my hand and he tried to cough into it just around the time his father came down the hall to make sure he was ok. He stopped crying and started telling his father, "no Dad. I don't need your help. Stay away. No!" We tried to tell him we were helping but he just insulted us again with words.

As I went to sit on the couch he said, "no mom, I need you."

The choking thing really scared him. Hopefully tomorrow is a much better day.

For more on our talking back situation, go here.