So letting my child wear roller skates in the house was not my brightest idea. However tragic, this story ended up having a silver lining.
The three year old had sat down on the couch in her roller skates to watch a Disney show. I told her I was running to the potty and would be right back. I quickly go to the bathroom, and I hear a crash. I yell to my daughter,"Are you OK?" She says,"Yes Mommy, I just fell." I respond,"Stay put until Mommy gets in there, I'm pulling up my pants now!" In the forty five seconds it took to pee, it would figure something would happen. So I flush and hear another crash and this time there is crying followed by a pain filled hysterical shout ,"MOMMY!"
I go madly dashing the seventy-ish feet into the living room. Adrenaline and my child's blood is flowing. I pick her up and sit her on my lap. I ask her to let me see her teeth, since it's her mouth she is bleeding from. I check the bottom teeth, and they are all OK. I then gently press back her top lip, and her top lip is bleeding, as well as her two front teeth. She apparently did a face plant, busted her lip, and shoved one tooth up into her gum, and the other tooth down a bit. My initial response was,"Oh no, not her teeth!" (I sound just like my mother!) Then mommy mode kicks in. I get a washrag soaked in cold water for her to bite down on, and then calm her down. I hold her until it stops bleeding.
I then call my mother in law and my daddy to see if we should go to the Emergency Room or to a pediatric dentist. I call my husband, who works an hour and a half away to let him know what has happened.(we are moving in two weeks) Today, I am glad he works far away from me as he is furious, "why was she wearing roller skates in the house?" I know, I know, BAD MOMMY!
So coated in my child's blood, off we go to the ER. My MIL is driving, so I can sit in the back with my traumatized child. So we get a chart, and go back to our room. The nurse is a sweetie, and my daughter loves her. The doctor sees her and decided to consult with a pediatric maxofacial surgeon. My baby is so very good for the doctor! I am so proud of her for being a brave girl!
She has to make a trip to the ER communal patient bathroom. She gives me the play by play of her "big poopy is stuck and it's not coming ouuuuuut!" So I decide to pee while we are in there. The three year says "Mommy so you had to poop too huh?" very loudly among other topics of bathroom conversation Did I mention that my three year old is a non stop talker? Yeah, she's that kid. Actual intelligent conversation for a three year old, but it never stops! Just like her momma! Upon emerging from the patient communal bathroom, everyone is staring at us laughing. Everyone being the staff my daddy works with, patients, and paramedics. A few even applaud. So glad to bring a little laughter to everyone's day!(Awkward!)
When the doctor returns, he advises us that she will be fine, and nothing needs done to her teeth. She is going to lose them in about a year to a year and a half anyway. My dad, who works at this hospital, has since arrived, and is entertaining the three year old with balloon animals made of purple and blue rubber gloves, while we wait on the consult. My daddy is very talented at balloon animals, especially sharks. So screaming ensues. The ER loves us today!(we periodically visit my dad in the ER, and several nurses and docs remember the hilarious three year old.)
I advise the doc that her binki hurt her mouth when she tried to suck on it. He picked up my lead, followed along and said it could hurt her teeth, that she should not suck on it anymore! Yay doc! So the silver lining to this tragic roller skating incident was that we did away with the binki.
I have been trying everything to get her to give it up on her own. Chewing "big girl"gum instead of having binki, limiting to only car and sleepy times, as I wean it away there is always some inevitable event or person that keeps her locked to the plastic devil. She was down to sleepy time only, when daddy sabotaged my plan by letting her have it during cuddle or snuggle time. ARGH! We have had the Binki Fairy conversation, that when she is ready, we will put her binkis in a basket on her nightstand and the BF will come and take them to the babies who need them. The BF will also leave her a "big girl" present. The times I have been prepared to handle a toddler breakdown, when she has lost her last binki, and then found it at the last minute. I have endured endless bitching, moaning, and ultimatums about her still having her binki at three and a half from friends and family. Hey, you know what? She doesn't have any other security item but her binki. No blankie, animal, or etc. But I have been ready for her to give it up for a while now too ! I want to scream at all the haters, it is me that has to deal with the fallout, not you! Daddy has made it clear, I will be the ONLY bad guy, when I take it away. No fair, why do I get to be the bad guy? His opinion is that, when she gives up the binki, she will be growing up. Hate to break it to you Mr. Enabler, she is growing up whether you like it or not! Love you honey! If any of you binki-haters would like to volunteer, please step up! Nasty facebook comments abound. If you cannot say anything nice, don't say anything at all. She is three, not five, like the other kids in the family, when they gave up theirs I want to scream! But I grin and shake my head, and utter the sweet little nothings of agreements and understanding. Like the peacemaker and Lady that I am. Everyone is very outspoken in my family and extended family. I bite my tongue and smile.
She asked if she could have it only twice, after the roller skating incident. Once that night, and once the next afternoon at nappie time. So we mourned for the binki, she and I. She mourned for the binki, I mourned for her pain, and my baby growing up. She cried a teensy bit, but the second time she asked, I again explained how the doc said no more binkis because they could hurt her teeth. My daughter came out with the funniest response, at which I had to bite my tongue not to laugh . "That stinkin' doctor!!!" And with that, the binkis were gone, the doctor was the bad guy, not me, and the big girl era has began. For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven. It was time. No one else's time, or by force. Like I said, silver lining.
The three year old had sat down on the couch in her roller skates to watch a Disney show. I told her I was running to the potty and would be right back. I quickly go to the bathroom, and I hear a crash. I yell to my daughter,"Are you OK?" She says,"Yes Mommy, I just fell." I respond,"Stay put until Mommy gets in there, I'm pulling up my pants now!" In the forty five seconds it took to pee, it would figure something would happen. So I flush and hear another crash and this time there is crying followed by a pain filled hysterical shout ,"MOMMY!"
I go madly dashing the seventy-ish feet into the living room. Adrenaline and my child's blood is flowing. I pick her up and sit her on my lap. I ask her to let me see her teeth, since it's her mouth she is bleeding from. I check the bottom teeth, and they are all OK. I then gently press back her top lip, and her top lip is bleeding, as well as her two front teeth. She apparently did a face plant, busted her lip, and shoved one tooth up into her gum, and the other tooth down a bit. My initial response was,"Oh no, not her teeth!" (I sound just like my mother!) Then mommy mode kicks in. I get a washrag soaked in cold water for her to bite down on, and then calm her down. I hold her until it stops bleeding.
I then call my mother in law and my daddy to see if we should go to the Emergency Room or to a pediatric dentist. I call my husband, who works an hour and a half away to let him know what has happened.(we are moving in two weeks) Today, I am glad he works far away from me as he is furious, "why was she wearing roller skates in the house?" I know, I know, BAD MOMMY!
So coated in my child's blood, off we go to the ER. My MIL is driving, so I can sit in the back with my traumatized child. So we get a chart, and go back to our room. The nurse is a sweetie, and my daughter loves her. The doctor sees her and decided to consult with a pediatric maxofacial surgeon. My baby is so very good for the doctor! I am so proud of her for being a brave girl!
She has to make a trip to the ER communal patient bathroom. She gives me the play by play of her "big poopy is stuck and it's not coming ouuuuuut!" So I decide to pee while we are in there. The three year says "Mommy so you had to poop too huh?" very loudly among other topics of bathroom conversation Did I mention that my three year old is a non stop talker? Yeah, she's that kid. Actual intelligent conversation for a three year old, but it never stops! Just like her momma! Upon emerging from the patient communal bathroom, everyone is staring at us laughing. Everyone being the staff my daddy works with, patients, and paramedics. A few even applaud. So glad to bring a little laughter to everyone's day!(Awkward!)
When the doctor returns, he advises us that she will be fine, and nothing needs done to her teeth. She is going to lose them in about a year to a year and a half anyway. My dad, who works at this hospital, has since arrived, and is entertaining the three year old with balloon animals made of purple and blue rubber gloves, while we wait on the consult. My daddy is very talented at balloon animals, especially sharks. So screaming ensues. The ER loves us today!(we periodically visit my dad in the ER, and several nurses and docs remember the hilarious three year old.)
I advise the doc that her binki hurt her mouth when she tried to suck on it. He picked up my lead, followed along and said it could hurt her teeth, that she should not suck on it anymore! Yay doc! So the silver lining to this tragic roller skating incident was that we did away with the binki.
I have been trying everything to get her to give it up on her own. Chewing "big girl"gum instead of having binki, limiting to only car and sleepy times, as I wean it away there is always some inevitable event or person that keeps her locked to the plastic devil. She was down to sleepy time only, when daddy sabotaged my plan by letting her have it during cuddle or snuggle time. ARGH! We have had the Binki Fairy conversation, that when she is ready, we will put her binkis in a basket on her nightstand and the BF will come and take them to the babies who need them. The BF will also leave her a "big girl" present. The times I have been prepared to handle a toddler breakdown, when she has lost her last binki, and then found it at the last minute. I have endured endless bitching, moaning, and ultimatums about her still having her binki at three and a half from friends and family. Hey, you know what? She doesn't have any other security item but her binki. No blankie, animal, or etc. But I have been ready for her to give it up for a while now too ! I want to scream at all the haters, it is me that has to deal with the fallout, not you! Daddy has made it clear, I will be the ONLY bad guy, when I take it away. No fair, why do I get to be the bad guy? His opinion is that, when she gives up the binki, she will be growing up. Hate to break it to you Mr. Enabler, she is growing up whether you like it or not! Love you honey! If any of you binki-haters would like to volunteer, please step up! Nasty facebook comments abound. If you cannot say anything nice, don't say anything at all. She is three, not five, like the other kids in the family, when they gave up theirs I want to scream! But I grin and shake my head, and utter the sweet little nothings of agreements and understanding. Like the peacemaker and Lady that I am. Everyone is very outspoken in my family and extended family. I bite my tongue and smile.
She asked if she could have it only twice, after the roller skating incident. Once that night, and once the next afternoon at nappie time. So we mourned for the binki, she and I. She mourned for the binki, I mourned for her pain, and my baby growing up. She cried a teensy bit, but the second time she asked, I again explained how the doc said no more binkis because they could hurt her teeth. My daughter came out with the funniest response, at which I had to bite my tongue not to laugh . "That stinkin' doctor!!!" And with that, the binkis were gone, the doctor was the bad guy, not me, and the big girl era has began. For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven. It was time. No one else's time, or by force. Like I said, silver lining.
First of all, Dad needs to chill. She's going to fall. She's going to bleed. She's going to cry. If she doesn't, she'll turn into an extremely poorly adjusted adult someday. Trust me, I've known people like that. It's better to cry and bleed now than to be totally blindsided later.
ReplyDeleteSecond of all, I don't think anyone's judging you for the biki thing. Everyone's just worried and concerned. You get that 'advice' from people who have been mothers, and yes, their kids had their binkis til age 5, and the mothers now wish they had taken them away sooner, and they put that regret off on you. That's not their judging you, that's their attempt to help you be a better mom than they were. As you know, mothering's not the only thing they do that with, and binkis won't be the last thing they do that with. In the end, nobody knows what your kid needs more than you and her doctor, so their advice is just that, advice. Like you said, there's a time for everything.