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Johnny Bravo: If loving me is wrong, then you don't wanna be right!
This gives a certain person free reign to insult my parenting style and judge my relationship with Mandy.
Around 6 pm, TC was upstairs in my room playing with a truck that he leaves at my place. He was being good and I could hear him from the living room where I was. All of the sudden, he got really quiet. I figured he'd just finally ran out of things to say to himself. But then I hear him scooting down the stairs crying. I started to jump off the couch when he came running around the corner holding his eye.
"DADDY!! OW!" He was screaming. "DADDY!"
I picked up him and put him on the couch next to me. I pulled his hand away from his face and tried to pry his eye open but he had it shut with such force. He was screaming so loud that I could hardly think straight. I took him to the kitchen and tried to use water to rinse his eye so I could see what was in it. But I couldn't convince him to open his eye up. I wasn't sure if I should take him to the ER or what so I just grabbed him and ran down to Erica's apartment since she's a nurse. Once she got him cale, she finally got his eye open and cleaned out. She said he'd somehow scratched it and it was just really tender and sore. She couldn't find anything in it. She told me to take him to the opthamologist tomorrow just to be on the safe side and to clean it with saline until then. About then, the cellphone rings from my pocket. It was Mandy calling to see why I wasn't answering the door.
"TC scratched his eye. I went to down to Erica's to see if it was bad enough to go to the ER. We're on our why back right now."
"What?! How did he do that?!? Is he ok?!"
"Baby, just chill, we're on our way back. I'll talk to you then."
We hung up the phone and I thanked Erica then headed back to the apartment knowing I was in deep shit for TC getting hurt on my watch. Mandy was leaned against her car outside of my apartment. When we got close, she ran up and removed TC from my arms. She checked him over, head to toe. He had stopped crying and was just whining some about it hurting. I walked next to her hoping she wouldn't make a huge fuss over him because that'd just make him start crying again. As soon as we got into the apartment, the questions started again.
"How did he scratch his eye? I don't understand how that's possible. What was he doing? What the he have near his eye?"
"I don't know, Mandy. He was upstairs playing and just came down crying."
"Where were you?"
"Down here, sitting on the couch."
"NOAH! Why weren't you with him? He's 4 years old. Why was he alone upstairs? He could have gotten into anything and you wouldn't have known it."
"Mandy, calm down. He plays alone at your house all the time. What's the difference?"
"My house is CHILDPROOF, Noah!
"It's just a scratch. He's fine. Erica looked at him. She said to just take him to an opthamologist tomorrow to have it looked at but she said it's just a scratch and he'll be fine."
"What does Erica know?!"
"She's a nurse. It's fine, Mandy. He's fine. Look, he's not even upset about it anymore. It's alright."
She looked at TC and studied him closely. I guess she finally decided he was alright because she let go of him and he took off towards the TV to turn it on. She hugged me and laid her head on my chest. I took that as an apology and I kissed the top of her head. She worries too much. She's too overprotective. She wants to keep him safe from EVERYTHING. I say it's alright for kids to get a few scraps and bruises, it's part of being a kid.
"I just don't want anything to happen to him." She seemed to be reading my mind.
"I don't want anything to happen to him either, Mandy. But he's four, he's going to get hurt sometimes."
"I know, it's just he's my little boy."
"SHHH!" TC didn't like us talking in the middle of cartoons.
Mandy was able to find enough stuff in my fridge and cabinets to cook a small dinner for the three of us. She bathed TC here before taking him home. I walked them out to the car, hugged and kissed TC, and told him goodnight. Mandy hugged me tight and gave me a quick kiss and told me that she loves me before climbing into the car. I took that as reassurance that she wasn't mad at me anymore.
Why do mothers panick?
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Posted by noahseth on 2008-06-23 01:16:01 | Rating: | Views: 113
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It wasn't until I had my own two gorgeous children, that I realised how protective mums can be.....most are born with it!!
There is a love like no other between parents and their child....I'm sure you know about it and how strong the bond of love is. But as children grow yes, they will have bumps and scrapes, we just have to ride along with them......with the odd antiseptic and bandaid too :)
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Posted by Kaybee
on 2008-06-23 02:40:43
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Noah! lol... it's the mothers job to panic and worry and freak out.
It's inbuilt from the moment that baby starts growing inside us.
It never stops. From the CRADLE to the GRAVE.
Read AnotherDaze's post, she's dealing with a 16 year old daughter .... you think worrying about a 4 year old is hard? It doesn't get any easier :)
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Posted by EasyToSay
on 2008-06-23 02:44:26
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Noah learn one thing as the father of a son...you are there to tell him to man up and she is there to worry. A boy needs both. With just you the kid will be a scarred mess by 20(and by you I mean any man), with just her(and again read any mom) he will be unable to move w/o a helmet and a full body armor on.
And before any females jump down my throat, I said a boy needs BOTH
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Posted by whiteknight
on 2008-06-23 11:20:08
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Worrying for your child will always be there.
I also have nightmares of awful things happening to my children, i am a little bit of a panicker when it comes to my children.
It is most certainly built in to most mothers.
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Posted by misselusive
on 2008-06-24 04:12:47
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Its definitely inbuilt - Stanley is what? 5 weeks old? I panic already, even though he's going nowhere unless I take him and the most damage he can come to is being over-cuddled. I guess she cant help it, and the hug at the end was her way of saying sorry, cause she knows she overreacted, but couldnt help herself. I have nightmares about Stanley being older and opening cupboards, sticking pencils up his nose, lol...oh God, I cant even joke about it! Arghh...hehe x Seriously though, kids are gonna get, its inevitable and how they learn, so dont feel bad (if you do)...it couldve happened whether you were in the room or not...kids eh! xxx
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Posted by chebtastic1
on 2008-06-24 05:52:17
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that was meant to say 'kids are gonna get hurt...' but you got that! xx
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Posted by chebtastic1
on 2008-06-24 05:53:49
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That was sweet, she sounds like an awesome mother. I hope everything is ok with TC
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Posted by prelude2it
on 2008-06-24 09:28:05
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Oh if I could only go back to the bumps and scratch stage.......then again that would mean reliving some of this teen stuff... no thank you!
Mothers just worry nobody (not even daddy in most cases) can or will love them or watch them the way we know we have to and do.
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Posted by anotherdaze
on 2008-06-24 11:27:25
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