Text from Pat: “Wow! She skinned her knee a little and its mayhem, I want mommy, I want mommy! hope you are on your way home soon”
I wasn’t. I had to teach another class and wouldn’t be home for an hour and a half. Thank goodness my phone was on airplane mode and I wouldn’t get that text till I was in fact, on my way home. I wouldn’t have been able to think of anything else.
When I got home they were waiting for me outside. She wasn’t crying but still had sparkling eyes from the massive amounts of tears that had occurred before I got there. It breaks my heart so much when she’s hurting, whether its her feelings or the scrape on her knee, I just want to make it better. That being said I had to laugh out loud when my husband handed her to me and she had made her little legs like statues not moving her legs from the bent knee position and legs open for me to put her on my hip. it was like she was petrified and she kept a VERY close eye on that knee the whole time. She did not laugh with me!
It was a scrape. Not even real blood just red from the fall on dirt. She did not walk on it all night and while I did milk it with her for a little bit (letting her sit in our room with her iPad until bed time) finally it went from adorable to either concerning or we need to tough love it. By some miracle we got her to sleep and I was thinking we were in the clear. She would wake up in the morning and not even know it’s there! She’d climb out of her “big girl bed” and slam the door like always before running down the hall to our room stuffed animals and blankets in tow.
Nope. Woke up calling for me telling me her knee hurt and I had to carry her. Only it comes out “knee hurt mama I want to hooold you” (super whinny). Which by the way goes back and forth between being adorable and incredibly annoying. Yes I called my kid annoying. Anyone who hasn’t said that before is a liar. Or heavily medicated (no judgment just a fact). I carried her out to the living room and she still wouldn’t put any weight on it. I told her she had to stand, not even walk, just stand up or we’d have to go to the doctor. She stood on her other leg and then sits down and says “Doctor George come here then”. No sweetie the doctor is not coming to our house.
I called the doctor and made an apt. Yes for a scrape. I wasn’t worried about the scrape but was pretty concerned that more than 12 hours later she still wouldn’t even consider putting weight on her leg without a total meltdown. I didn’t want to be the mom that says “you’re fine, walk it off” and find out she has a shattered knee cap! We scheduled it for the afternoon so that we would give her some time to walk on it. Finally she did! Slowly and very dramatically she began to stand and put weight on her foot. It literally looked like when Bambi first started to walk. Wobbly and then falling for no apparent reason. But through this I learned a few things. 1) My child may have a career as an actress. 2) Do not panic and call the doctor for a scrape. 3) milking it doesn’t help anyone! 4) Last but not least do not laugh a toddler who thinks they are dying. They will not lighten up and laugh, it only makes it worse. Much, much worse.
The list could go on and on but the truth is I will probably milk it again for her next time it happens because she’s my baby and that’s what we do. My mom milked it for me and I turned out fine-ish. It was just an “ah-ha” moment that we are going into the next chapter of dramatic ouchies, don’t look at it flip outs, and I can do it myselfs. Every growing chapter has been my favorite and I’m sure this next one will be no different. Hard? Yes. Scary? Absolutely! Fun and adventurous? Looking forward to it.