My Kid Got Stitches….And I Didn’t Even Cry.
As laid back a parenting style as I have, I absolutely
flip the fuck out panic when I hear the hurt-scream coming from one of my kids.
You know, the loud bang that comes from the other room, followed by the screaming and yelling and the ow ow owwwws.
The scariest moment is always the time in between hearing the screams and accessing the damage.
Please don’t let it be bad please don’t it be bad please don’t let it be bad please don’t let it be bad please don’t let it bad…..I repeat in my head as I run over to see what happened….please don’t let it be hospital-bad.
Yesterday, though, there was no need for running. I was sitting right next to the shit when it hit the fan.
Luca had been jumping and tackling our dog Levi all the live long day. Now, mind you, Levi is the most patient, sweet, and gentle dog I’ve ever had. The kind of dog who lets kids and babies crawl all over him, yank on his ears, drool on him, and pull his tail.
We all have our limits.
I warned Luca repeatedly to stop playing so rough, and to respect Levi’s body. Which, would probably have been enough, if my kid actually gave a shit about anything I have to say.
Luca jumped on Levi from behind, falling right on his spine and, as Levi turned around to give his warning cut this shit out kid bark, Luca dove right into his face, headbutting Levi right in the kisser. This probably wouldn’t have ended so badly if Levi didn’t have an under-bite with a snaggle tooth from hell.
Luca screamed and covered his mouth. I was sure things were fine, but when I pulled his little hand off his mouth, there was blood everywhere. As I wiped it away, a deep, fleshy cut revealed itself.
And, just like that, our number was called.
It was hospital-bad.
Alright buddy, come on…I said very calmly.
Baaaaabe, can you come here for a sec? Like, RIGHT now right now…..I said very calmly, to my husband, but with the wife get the hell over here now tone in my voice.
Finally, the minor ER clinic down the street came in handy. And, you guys, Elite Care Emergency, of Rice Village, went above and beyond my expectations. It was the best bad situation ever.
And I didn’t even cry when they wrapped his little body up in a sheet, like a burrito, to sew him back up.
And, Luca? My overly-sensitive, highly inquisitive, terrified of hospitals and shots and all the things he doesn’t know kid?
Kicked some major ass.
I’m so incredibly proud of how he handled it all.
Wait, proud is probably not the best word to use, because I would have been just as proud of him, had he pissed his pants and needed to be tied down the bed in a toddler straight jacket.
I’ll always have his back.
So, maybe relieved is a better word. But, not relieved that he made it easier on me. Because, I’ll always love and embrace him and all of his parts. From the being too sensitive (whatever that is), to the sensory-stuff, to the ear-ringing tantrums because he feels everything so strongly (AND DAMMIT SO DO I)! All of this is who he is, and I’m beyond lucky to be his mom.
No, I wasn’t relieved for me, I was relieved for him, and how he handled something he’s always worried so much about.
My heart breaks in two when I think of him having a difficult time in unknown and or scary situations. There’s nothing much worse than seeing your kid terrified, sad, or unsure.
And, when I saw him sitting on the bed, so worried and confused, waiting for the doctors to come back with all their instruments, I thought things were going to get really bad.
This look in his eyes makes me want to lock him up forever and guard him from the unpredictable and scary journey of growing up.
This kid is cut from the same cloth as his mama, so I know exactly how he feels. I know the burden of feeling things too intensely, the good and the bad. It can be a tough road to navigate, and I desperately want his shoulders to feel lighter than mine do.
But, when the time came, he surprised us all, handling the entire situation better than most adults would have.
Relief. Maybe he was built with better coping skills than his mama. Maybe I don’t give him enough credit, or maybe I simply project my feelings onto him.
After the numbing shots were over, things went well and so, so quickly….it was all over in minutes. We were literally walking out of the clinic, all stitched up and headed to Toys ‘r Us, less than one hour after the accident.
The doctors, nurses, and receptionist were all so perfect and loving. And I’m so grateful for them.
They even gave Luca a sweet, stuffed doggy with a matching boo-boo.
As Luca was falling asleep last night, his new furry friend close by, he said to me, “Mommy, I really liked those doctors. They were great. And you told me I could do it AND I DID IT! I can’t even believe I was so brave. I was amazing.”
Believe it, baby. You’re my brave little hero, and you never cease to amaze me.
So, fingers crossed that maybe, just maybe, he’s not as crazy as his mama.
And, well, even if he is, maybe that’s not so bad either.
Update: I totally forgot to mention that Luca will now have a scar in the EXACT same place as I do. Mine is also from a dog, but it wasn’t cute and cuddly, and was way more serious. He tried to eat my face, leaving me with several scars. Also, I was the same age as Luca when it happened. We are official lip scar twins. Kind of rad.