I am not talking about the flushing of too much toilet paper. Writing on the walls. Or the completely out of nowhere human anatomy discussions that happen occassionally. I am not referring to the squabbles and bickering or the bedtime stalling techniques.
Nope, I am wondering about the ER and Immediate Care visits. The crazy phone calls to the doctor's office. Cause, you see, whenever Big-O-Daddy-O is out of town or is working a shift where he is unreachable, something "BIG" happens. Someone needs stitches so Grandpa gets called to go to the airport to pickup Big-O-Daddy-O. Someone shoves something up the nose and a nasal extraction takes place. Someone breaks a bone. Straight line winds blow through the backyard, knocking the awning down and wrapping the trampoline around the swingset/fort. The battery in the truck dies at the park and of course you are there with all the kids, and noone in the cell phone directory is available. I am pondering along those lines. Mom goes into pre-term labor, though that is not a concern anymore. Mom has to super-glue a kid back together again. Staples to the back of the head are needed.
So I am pondering. Mom is going out of town this time.
I don't freak, I know the drill. None of it really phases me till later. I can think of only 3 times that still make me shudder. My son in an ambulance on oxgyen going to the hospital. My older son having nasal reconstruction surgery after breaking his nose. Almost losing my son this past winter when we was so dehydrated he was hospitalized for four days. It took 4 days to get him stable.
Dad, however, he is so not used to this. He was there when Hockey Player broke his arm and nose, Dad went into shock as well. I took a moment to touch Hockey Player's nose and notice how it moved with my touch, saw his arm was bent all weird. I grabbed the phone, dialed the doc's number, reached the emergency line and got directions for the best place to go. Told the kids to load up while on hold. They know the drill; isn't that sad, they know 'the off to the ER drill'. LOL. In the car and on the phone at the same time with my sister-in-law. Dropped kids off and on the way to the ER all before my husband came out of it. Then it was his turn to be cool and collected. I was the irritable and fussy mom cause my son was suffering and they weren't moving fast enough for MY comfort and his!
I am hoping, Daddy's Buddy took care of it all tonight. We were in the Immediate Care again. Stitches for his hand. He cut it, a story I can only roll my eyes over. They opted to superglue the cut on his palm. The skin stretches and moves so much, they hoped by gluing it the skin would stay in place better and he would heal faster. The "cut" (cause it gaped nicely and you could move it like a mouth) had a nice little chat with Daddy's Buddy. "Hi, I am your skin. I am here to protect you! Please don't cut me again! I keep infection out. When you cut me germs get in your body." Daddy's Buddy thought this was funny, but he got the point. I asked him to please stay all in one-piece while I was gone. Then we talked about how if they had super-glue when Humpty Dumpty fell, maybe the king's men and horses could have put him back together again.
So for now, I pray and pray and pray somemore. Big-O-Daddy-O does not need to experience this part of motherhood. He might never let me go again!
