Wednesday, December 5, 2012


And then, right after I declared us sick-y free...and nearly dared the fates to give us anything else, the kid fell at school (thanks to a kid who slung a swing at him, hitting him in the head and making him fall to the ground, landing on his head). And got a good sized laceration on his head. Fortunately we avoided the ED and the pediatrician was able to glue it together. 
After he stopped screaming. While I was holding him immobilized. Because he was TERRIFIED of the electric razor. So SCREAMED. And then TERRIFIED of the gauze.  So SCREAMED. And then TERRIFIED of the soap. So SCREAMED. And then TERRIFIED of the glue. So SCREAMED.
I'm not sure who was more traumatized - the kid or me. Or who was more irritated - the pediatrician or me. Needless to say, it was fun for us all.
And now the kid has a lovey bald spot on his curly head.

Today's Lesson: Holding down your child, forcing him to do something, even when you know it's something that has to be done, something that's in his best interest, well, it hurts a momma's heart like no other. 


Kasclar said...

Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry, I hope he feels better soon.

M said...

Aww. Hugs to you both.

marwil said...

Ouch, that sounds traumatic for all of you. Poor kid!