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Sunday, bloody Sunday
The important part: all is well. The scary part: OmegaDotter, happily dancing along the wooden curb at the park on her way to the playground, trips, falls into the iron fence face first, and proceeds to bleed all over the place. So for fifteen minutes, a worried OmegaMom sits on the door frame of the car, cuddling a weeping dotter, stanching various floods of blood with her T-shirt and gobs of paper towels, and wonders if we have to make a trek to the emergency room. Broken nose? Broken tooth? (No, no, just lots of blood.) The "whew!" part: OmegaDotter decides at the end of the fifteen minutes that she really, truly does want to ride on the dinosaur after all. Ditch the ER idea. The "oops, I forgot what it would look like" part: OmegaMom and dotter arrive back home after a few hours; OmegaDad bounces over from his gardening to describe his afternon...and sees THE SHIRT!!! ALL COVERED WITH GREAT BIG BLOOD SPLOTCHES!!!! and goes into panic mode ("Where's the dotter?! What happened?!?!") before OmegaMom can repeat "It's all OKAY!" loudly enough so that it penetrates the panicky defenses. Nobody can prepare you for that OH MY GOD SHE'S REALLY HURT fear that clutches your gut. And, dayum, it leaves you feeling totally worn out afterwards. I don't like adrenaline rushes. But in the end, all is well, we're back home, OmegaDad had fun in the garden, dotter had fun at the playground, and OmegaMom got only a few more gray hairs out of the deal.
posted by Kate @ 4/16/2006 05:04:00 PM  
3 Comments:
  • At 4/17/2006 02:44:00 PM, Blogger PAgent said…

    Nothing like adrenaline poisoning to make you feel like crap. And you know what the worst part is? No matter how much you hate the sight of blood, no matter how terrified the little monkey inside your head is at the sight of your beloved child bleeding, you have to keep it together, speak calmly, and act like it's no big deal.

    Forget Meryl Streep. Parents who can maintain a calm appearance while comforting a copiously bleeding child deserve an Oscar.

     
  • At 4/17/2006 04:26:00 PM, Blogger MomEtc. said…

    How nerve-wracking! I'm so glad she's ok!

     
  • At 4/17/2006 08:26:00 PM, Blogger Amanda said…

    Oh my goodness! How scary. I once lost my nephew at a huuuuuge shopping centre. It's amazing how many terrible, terrible thoughts and images can run through your head in about five minutes. Luckily, he was found chatting it up with a cute salesgirl minutes after I lost him. The adrenaline rush sent me home in a hurry, where he could play in a fenced in yard!

    Glad the dotter is fine!

    Amanda

     
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