Rule #1: "You do not talk about fight club!"
"Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, savor you, bless you, before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it will not always be so. One day I shall dig my fingers into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch my self taut, or raise my hands to the sky, and want all the more for your return"-Mary Jean Irion
Seriously, there is no Fight Club.
It was our third day in the town of Liverpool and I was trying to get the final documents straightened out with the school office so Sebastian could start school.
I walked out of there a bit frustrated because the secretary wasn't working with me and on our way to the car I let Dylan chase after Sebastian as I opened the car. I turn towards the kids and see Dylan falling face first onto the cracked and gravelly asphalt. I scooped him up and what I thought was just a flake of gravel ON his forehead was actually a small triangle shaped piece of gravel IN his forehead. Blood squirted onto my face and on his, I frantically grabbed napkins out of the glove compartment and a bottle of water to rinse his wound.
I forgot to mention the screaming. There were ear piercing screams when he fell and also as I treated his wound.
My thoughts are racing and I'm becoming self conscious (these are the school offices and my car is emitting screams from a child and crying from the other one who is distressed by the whole affair) "OH GREAT,they all think I'm a terrible mother!" is the prominent thought flashing through me brain as I am trying to apply pressure to a screaming and very wriggly toddler.
It took me two phone calls to our surrounding family in the area(Thank God I now live close to them!) and Scott's great aunt was on her way to where we were so I could hold him while she drove us to an urgent care facility which is conveniently close to our home but on the other side of that part of town that crazy Tuesday.
It was nice that the bleeding stopped before we even stepped out of the car but I thought he would definitely end up with stitches since the bigger and pointier part of the small rock was what I pulled out of his face. The doctor told me there would be no need for stitches and a nurse came in to put steri-strips on him-Dylan was quite cooperative with her and didn't flinch as she treated him with peroxide and iodine.
I already see my future life with this kid as this is our second emergency trip and I just hope I can survive along his side and whatever he gets himself into.
*this blog was previously posted on myspace.
