Serious Falls: We decided to stay the night with my In-laws at their cabin in Jim Thorpe. After dinner we decided to take the kids to the playground. Nathan, my 19 month old dare devil climber, was having a blast and scaring us with his various accomplishments. Tired of being up high, he squeezed through the climbing dome and was just walking around when all of a sudden it happened. He tripped and fell and we heard the ding of the metal as his face hit the bottom pole. It seemed to happen in slow motion. I went over and picked him up. He was screaming at the top of his lungs, which isn't unusual. He would scream the same blood curdling scream if it was a paper cut or severed limb. I decide to remain calm until I know more. I looked in his mouth and saw no blood and silver dust and little white pieces. White pieces? What is that? Hmmmm...... I take a better look and realize it's pieces of his FRONT TEETH! Holy crap! We quickly headed for home and about a minute into the ride he stops crying. Okay, felt a little better. It finally hit me that the kid who has conquered the table, the kitchen island, the top of the sofa, his high chair, etc just injured himself while WALKING ON THE GROUND!!! Only I could produce a kid who can defy gravity and get schooled by a couple of wood chips! Then we made it home and all Nathan cared about was getting the ice out of the ice bag so he could eat it. Good sign, I'd say!
I think I was handling it very well, but then a little something I like to call second hand anxiety started kicking in. People, who shall remain nameless, kept asking me if I was okay. There were also offers from people to take care of the kids so I could take a relaxing bath or drink some wine. My neurotic brain starts to wonder if I should be worrying??? Should I be more upset? I fell asleep switching back and forth from sheer panic and thinking it's no big deal.
When I got up and saw this big hilly billy grin, I stopped worrying!
AWOL Balls: Tuesday after dropping Sydney off at preschool, I had to take Nathan for a well check. I was glad this was going to be an easy, normal visit. I was a little nervous for his dentist appointment the next day. Things were going smoothly, even with a new doctor, and then it was time to check under the diaper. It's usually a quick check, but it seemed to be taking a while. Both Nathan and the doctor looked very confused. I totally understood Nathan's confusion but what was up with the doctor. She told me she couldn't seem to find his testicles to check them. Say what?????????? Then she stood him up and kinda found one but not really the other. What the heck? I swear they were there before. She told me that sometimes they become undescended again and that I need to take him to a CHOP urologist. What kind of horrorible mom am I? I was suppose to be watching to make sure they stayed put?!? Oh man, I have no idea when it happened? How the heck did it happen? I knew I shouldn't have let him try to drink that thick smoothie with that straw! Who knew that testicles were sneaky little buggers! I was traumatized the whole rest of the day! I kept worrying about my poor little baby boy! My mother in law Googled it and told me that if he needed something done that it looked like would be a simple fix. But like a friend told me, there are simple procedures and there are "nut" procedures and never the two shall meet. Well, I was about to find out on Thursday! Dun Dun Dunnnn!
I can't stop laughing.
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