As an average sans nanny mom, I often find myself in rather odd and awkward situations. I wonder how many of you can relate.
When my son was 18 months old, he broke the big toe on my right foot. No, it was not an act of early aggression, just a little mishap with a snow globe. One evening at the end of November. I know it was the end of the month because our business at the time closed each month of business on the last day of and it was always someone's job to make a mad dash to the UPS box to get our business in on time. This particular evening was my turn for the mad dash, and like all moms with little ones are want to do...I was running late. Of course, before leaving the house, I needed to change the little guy's diaper. As he was laying on his changing table, I handed him a very harmless looking snow globe to keep him occupied. When I was finished with the change I scooped him up and carried him into my bathroom for my pit stop (too much info. probably, but it is what happened). He was still carrying the snow globe. Upon entering my bathroom and its lovely tiled floor, my son accidentally dropped the snow globe on to my sock clad foot. Now at this point I need to mention a little moment of pride for myself, because I DID NOT scream, or swear out loud. Instead I uttered a somewhat smothered grunt and continued on my way, although somewhat more slowly. Getting a shoe on was not the most fun, but it was on my way to the UPS box that the pain really started to get in. I dropped our envelope and immediately headed to a friends house that lived near the UPS box. Luckily she was home and let me in, because at this point I was nauseous, shaky, and having the cold sweats from the pain. She took me in, gave me a sweatshirt, and we let our kids play together, so I didn't have to move too much. Shortly after arriving, my cell phone rang...it was my husband.
Me: Hello...not extremely vibrantly I might add.
My Husband: Where are you?!
Me: I am at K and C's. Bubba dropped a snow globe on my foot and I think my toe is broken, I am in excruciating pain.
My Husband: Really, wow, o.k. so anyway did you get the package to UPS on time?
(o.k. so anyway?!!!...whatever!)
I was vindicated a few days later when I went to the doctor, as it was, in fact, broken.
The doctor's appointment was, of course, at a time when my husband couldn't be with my son, so guess who got to go with me to the appointment. I will never forget sitting in the big chair with my foot up, my son on my lap facing me while the doctor gave me about 10 shots of Novocaine in my big toe and then proceeded to use a scalpel to cut around my toenail to release the pressure from the bleeding underneath the nail, and then wrapped it with tape to keep it in place all the while making goofy faces and singing "She'll be comin' round the mountain when she comes" to my son to keep him entertained.
It is now approximately nine years later, and I just had another similar experience. (It is by no means the only one since then, but this post is already longer than my arm as it is!) The other day I went to the dermatologist for a "mole check". My husband had to be in a conference all day and couldn't help with the kids, so guess who got to go with me to the appointment? Only this time it was both my son and daughter! Sure enough, I had a couple of moles that needed to be removed, so in front of an audience of my two kids, I got two shots, had two moles removed with a scalpel, and then burned to stop the bleeding, all with a smile on my face and a song in my heart so they wouldn't freak out. I did get a "oh mom that is so gross", when the nurse showed them my mole in a jar. A standing ovation it was not, but, hey I'll take what I can get!