No Queasy Stomach When You Have a Son

29 March, 2009 | dcfemella | Comments

 

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When I found out that I was having a boy, I knew that my queasy stomach would have to endure many injuries.  The first visit to the emergency room was no fault of his own.  His father decided to cause a huge car accident on the highway when Cebastian was two.  His left eye was completely shut for a few weeks, but he was young, so it healed nicely.

The second trip to the emergency room was with his father (again).  He slashed the back of his leg with a broken garden pot.  He needed a few stitches, and he still has the scar to prove it.  

The third trip to the emergency room was when my mother was taking care of him.  He was racing around in the backyard when he got a tree needle stuck in his head.  This freaked me out because you could see it embedded in there, and I was afraid he would need some major brain surgery (call me paranoid).  The doctor pulled it out, some blood gushed out, and he got a couple of stitches.  

This weekend we avoided a fourth trip to the emergency room, but we came close. He was outside with his cousin when I hear Cebastian come in crying.  One thing about Cebastian is that he used to cry all the time when he was a baby, so I guess he got it all out because he never cries.  You know that if he does cry, then it must be something huge.  I looked at his elbow and it was just a ruby-red gash.  I almost fainted while cleaning it up and applying medication.  I took the shirt off (I should have cut it cause I wasn’t sure if he broke it or not), and I saw that his entire left side was covered in scratches and there was a huge gash covering his entire bottom side.  Luckily my mother was around because I couldn’t hold the tears anymore.  

He was crying the entire time, and I just held him.  When he calmed down, Cebastian turned to me.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, babe?”

“Can I sleep with you tonight?”

“Of course!” 

I better enjoy it because there will come a time when he will no longer need me as much.  I better get use to these incidents because he’s getting older and is heavily getting into sports.

 


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  • Who needs thrill rides when you have kids? Glad you avoided that emergency room trip! Hugs to Cebastian and to you!
  • Thanks! You're right. Having kids brings more excitement into my life than
    anything else. =)
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