In an attempt to make myself write more I have decided to start a series titled,
Guilty Mommy Monday
There are so many times, days, occasions that I feel guilty that I thought, what a better outlet than to share it with my readers! Please add your guilty mommy story in the comments below, I am sure everyone would love to hear it!
I've got a doozy...a real doozy for my first one. So Last weekend my husband took Keira to
visit grandma for her Birthday. They had such a blast and grandma was so surprised. I have to admit
I was pretty lost with out the two of them. I wandered around aimless for a few hours when I decided to go get a pedicure and grab a dinner with my bestie. I was explaining to her how worried I was about Keira and how this was really "off" her normal routine. (I sometimes wonder what it would be like to live with a drill sergeant mom...oh wait history repeats itself right?)
I told her all about how he didn't pack the right shoes, the right clothes, the right sippy cup, and he didn't even pack her tooth brush! She reassured me that Keira was with her FATHER...her F.A.T.H.E.R . and I should enjoy my mini vaycay. When I got home and had finally calmed down I fell into the middle of our king-sized bed and was able to get my first night of uninterrupted sleep for over two years.
Soon after expressing all of my fears that Keira just couldn't survive with out me Matt and Keira came home happy and unscathed (minus one shoe damn-it). She really wasn't even happy to see me-she could have cared less. My husband was still irritated with all the calls and "one more thing's" rolled his eyes at me when I was almost in tears smothering her with love and kisses. (because I am sure grandma and dad gave her none)
With life getting back to normal, Matt and I were thinking about what we would have for dinner. I had to make a quick run up to the corner grocery store to pick up a few things and on such a beautiful night Keira and I decided to walk the 1/4 mile. On our way out Keira was walking right next to me and I asked her to hold my hand...reaching up for my fingers she hit a spot in the uneven pavement and went down...HARD.
I have heard her fall and cry before but nothing like this. When you hear people describe a head hitting the ground like a "ripe melon" they aren't kidding. I still get a little vomit in the back of my throat thinking about it.
After calling the nurses line, both grandmothers, an uncle (who has suffered several concussions) both grandmothers again, we finally decided that she would survive. We did, however, have to wake her up every four hours to make sure she was ok. Getting a toddler to bed once a night is hard enough but an extra two or three times? Needless to say, she made it through her first klunker and night following a klunker.
My husband had to, of course, remind me that this happened on my watch and that she was fine the entire time I was off worrying about her visiting grandma. Thank you Matt, thank you.
PS-I know you didn't brush her teeth after you gave her that sucker because you didn't pack her tooth brush...HA take that.
