Alright, so I know it's wrong to be envious of how great other moms are with their kids and how perfect their life seems. Just so nobody makes that mistake with me
Wednesday we got about 10 inches of snow. This is Jack's first winter, so over the next several days I bought all the snow gear I could find (and afford) for a very small child. Lucas had received a thick down coat and bibs for Christmas from Aunt Megan, and he already had boots.
As I held my hands out for Jackson, he excitedly walked to me using a small kid's crafting table for support.
His little sock-covered feet tripped over each other as he reached for me, and he ended up hitting the corner of the table with his mouth.
There was a lot of blood. More than just bumping a tooth or biting your lip. Bright red. A lot of it.
I wiped as much as I could away from his face, then looked in his mouth. The frenulum behind his upper lip was torn. We'd already planned on seeing a pediatric dentist after the holidays to have it clipped as it was preventing his top teeth from coming in all the way... I was not planning on clipping it like this.
Knowing that breastfeeding was the recommended pain reliever after clipping a tongue or lip tie, I quickly gave Jack a frozen teething ring and headed to the bathroom to help Lucas clean up.
His head was in the unflushed toilet. I screamed. He stood up really fast, water running down his face. I started shaking. "Lucas! Don't put your head in the toilet! There's poop in there, and now it's in your hair! Get in the bathtub so I can clean you up!"
With baby in one arm (still sucking on a blood-stained teething ring), I scrubbed Lucas as best I could. After pulling him out of the tub and toweled him off, the shaking and hugging and sobbing started. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought he would try swimming in a toilet, let alone that my other child would get hurt, preventing me from being in here with him. What if he had slipped and couldn't pull himself out? I tried to calm the blubbering enough to explain to him why I was so scared. I don't think he's ever seen me cry so much, so I'm pretty sure he won't ever do that again.
Still shaking and sobbing, I called the gym, begging Jason to come home. I don't think he's ever heard me like that before either, so he was home just minutes later.
Jack decided he'd had enough of the teething ring, so I gave the boys popsicles. I love how Jack is communicating more and more. When his popsicle was gone, he pulled himself up on me, handed me the mesh feeder I'd stuffed it into, smiled and said, "Ah duh!" Now, I'm using context here, but since the feeder was empty and he was signing "all done," I'm gonna say that's what "Ah duh" means.
Jason suggested we get out of the house for a little while, so we took the boys out for pizza. Some random guy came stomping up to our table, asking Jason if that was our van.