Quick gimme my Mother Of The Year Award before anyone notices what a mistake you're making!!!
Bruised and swollen.
Two words that describe my son ring and middle fingers.
Bruised and deflated.
Two words that describe my heart, my ego, my confidence...
I opened the bathroom door to yell at Daddy to "Get out! We're late!" and stepped back to shut it, but it wouldn't shut. Then I see him. Standing there, no air passing through his lungs as he stood frozen with a look of horror on his face. Finally the wail came out, loud and strong. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" I scream as I grab him, take his hand into mine and run into the room where I could sit down and look at it. He has dents where the door was pressing, I want to cry with him. I get ice and sit back down. He is still holding his Flintstones Gummi Vitamin in his other hand. He wants to eat the ice instead of the gummi. In two minutes all is fine, the fingers move with no complaint from him, there is no blood, no bones sticking out (Hey, I had broken two fingers getting them stuck in a door when I was nine...) and he complains that I didn't let him eat the ice and all he is stuck with is an orange gummi. Daddy finally comes out of the bathroom (Nice of you to join us, DEAR.) and Daddy's kisses make everything better for the boy, you know, because mine are only healing when the MAN is not around. Grrrrr....
When I drop him off at daycare, his fingers are only a little swollen, but you can tell they are going to be a little purple later on. I can already hear my mother: "Why weren't you watching him???"
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Same thing happened to Girlie Girlie only the door hubby was closing her fingers in was the refrigerator door so it wasn't as bad I am sure but she certainly wailed like it was.
We all have those moments Diana never fear.
I winced. And winced some more. Poor little guy. Poor Diana. I won't feel sorry for Daddy because really? who screams FUCK around a little kid and not have anyone come running?
omg. I am a bit paranoid about things like that - I hope I never do it to one of the kids, but it's probably inevitable.
Don't beat yourself up too much, hun. Just love him thru it, and he'll love you right thru it as well.
mamaof2- at least the rubber lining in the door would have given me some piece of mind...the wooden door almost killed me. On to removing all doors from my home!!
dd-not to defend him because I was pissed anyway- but I have a tendency to overuse the F bomb. And exaggerate things. He's a retard anyway.
mamalee-I hope it never happens to you! I swear I keep picturing it over and over, while he's probably forgotten about it by now.
yikes! i opened the door from the garage into her forehead once. that stunned look while they process what that extraordinary PAIN is sucks ...
wine, my dear, red and white. for you, of course ...
and there is no way of convincing the little ones that you hurt as bad or worse than they do...
We all have those moments.
Doesn't make it any better though. : (
Poor little guy. But try to relax...The same thing happened to my son when he was about 2, and it was totally MY fault. I thought I would die a thousands deaths for hurting his chubby little fingers. But he has grown up to be a normal responsible adult with no apparent ill affects from my inferior mothering skills. Little Man will survive, and forgive you...haha.
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