Its been about 5 months since my last post. Life got busy, I kept putting it off, the more I put it off the more I worried about what I would write about and then I'd procrastinate more :/
After some advice from my friends over at My Two Mums, I decided to just jump back in!
So, without further adieu, I present to you the first post of 2014!
Yesterday was going to have an interesting start, I knew that before the day began... The plan was to drop Elijah at Daycare, come home and collect Lilah, the family dog, drop her at the vet for de-sexing and get myself to TAFE for a dat of first aid training.
Well... Not so much.
I dropped Elijah at Daycare with no issue, I got a lovely kiss and a wave and set off home to collect Lilah.
I arrived home to find one muddy pooch. It had been raining and she had been digging in our lovely rich red soil :| I managed to get her into the back of my car with a lovely trail of footprints through the house and only a little on myself. We arrive at the vet on schedule and I think to myself 'yeah, you can do this! Suck on that anxiety!' (Note: my anxiety levels have been great, but straying from routine can set it off for me) I take her in and she pees, of course... Then the vet says to me "Jo called, you need to collect your son from daycare" - my head spins, how does she know, what's happened, oh my god what.has.happened!?
I get in my car and there are missed calls from Jo and the daycare... I listen to the calls from daycare first, I can hear him screaming and I hear the daycare lady say something about hitting his head and that he needs to see a Dr.
Jo calls, she knows as much as I do. I tell her to call daycare and say I'm coming, I ask her to call TAFE so they know I'm not coming and I head to daycare. The longest ten minutes of my life...
I walk in and I see... Elijah playing... Yep. Happily playing. With an egg the size of god-knows-what in his forehead. Big sigh of relief there!
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| Ouch! This was taken some time after we got home |
Our Dr gave the all clear and we spent the day at home, playing quietly.
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| We threaded some pasta |
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| we ate it... |
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| and then got bored and started blowing raspberries |
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| Then we took an empty tissue box... |
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| and collected some things in the backyard! |
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| What Mummy, I'm fine! |
I can't help but imagine if he had hit his head just a little harder, he was SO close to breaking the skin, and could have easily gotten concussion. We are so lucky!
