This weekend, Jeffrey tried to stop my heart.
He fell down three steps while crawling up to the second floor. He really clonked his head and started crying. I was following him up the steps and yet I still missed catching him.
Two seconds after picking him up, I notice that he’s bleeding.
I totally lost it. I’m checking his pupils to see if he has a head injury. I’m ready to call the ambulance. And I’m not at all comfortable with the ambulance here. Once, I calmed down and breathed for a moment, I realized that he just bit his lip and was happily settled in my arms.
I gave him a dish towel with ice which he sucked on for about twenty minutes while we rocked in the chair. Then of course, he wiggled out of my arms and wanted to play.
I was still shaking. I called Brian so I could get some commiseration. He told me “he’s a boy, they’ll be a lot worse things that happen to him.”
So, not what I needed to hear.