Sunday, January 15, 2012


Tonight I am grateful for my husband.  He is a cool under pressure kind of guy, which makes him well suited for his job as a physician in the ER.  You could say we complement each other; however, I don't think freaked under pressure is a complement exactly. 

So tonight, when Everett bounded around a corner into me while I carried a big foam chair and bounced right off it onto our tile floor in the worst way possible, I was first freaked, but then grateful that Eric was (a) home, and (b) cool under pressure as always.  I scooped Everett into my arms as quickly as possible.  If you are a parent, then you are familiar with the silent cry when a child gets hurt.  This would be the silent start to a very loud cry, and there is no breathing going on at this time.  It is the worst (non)sound ever.  This particular silence lasted longer than I have seen causing my panic to start.  He finally inhaled, started wailing, and then all of a sudden slipped peacefully into sleep.  Terrified and aware that this was very bad, I handed Everett to Eric, and after a few very long seconds he woke up and started some very pained crying.  A dose of Motrin helped I'm sure, but what eventually did calm him down was, of course, a game on the iPad.  Eric softly whispered to me, "what a great iPad commercial this would make."  Hah!

I can't help but wonder how this would have gone if Eric was working (2.5 hours away in an ER in which he is the only doctor present, thereby unable to pick up and leave in an emergency.  I mean, that would kinda ruin other people's emergencies).  I imagine first freaking out, then calling 911, then waiting for treatment for hours with an upset Everett needing to be held and a tired baby that obviously also needs to be held, and getting imaging done on an upset and tired 2 year old.  And after all that, I'm sure it would be "watch him, wake him up periodically, give us all your money" with two babes that haven't slept and a tired and frazzled mother.  Don't misunderstand me -- I am not advocating not seeking treatment.  It is just incredibly helpful to have a home assessment from an ER doctor.

We are blessed with a good outcome.  I hope I never see Everett pass out again, though I'm sure with his personality, it will not be the last time I see him get hurt.

This is one of my favorite pictures of these two.  March 2011, Ev is 16 months.

Yesterday when Ev fell while outside, I heard him say, "Am I kokay?" before he got up and kept running around.  Haha!

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