The dreaded doctor’s trip.

Thank goodness thats over, well at least till his 1. We have just got back from a visit to the doctor’s. … the small one has just had his 16 week jabs.  We both hate them, the poor wee man howls in pain when the needles go in and I just hold he close and stroke his face trying to calm him down, only to have the process repeated on the other leg. He has been the same on his 8 and 12 week too.

The crying didn’t stop today until I got him home and he finally fell asleep on me sobbing. I know they are for his benefit, but all he understands is they hurt and mummy didn’t stop it. It makes me feel terrible when he is looking it my eyes crying. Can a child of his age “think” and “question” why his mummy has let that happen?

His now sound asleep, and when he wakes the cuddles are waiting.

A phone call……..

It was a normal Monday morning and we were up by 7am to get ready for school, Breakfast was eaten we were washed, dressed and a few cartoons on for little man. We were out the door by 8.30 wellies on umbrella up and on our way.

So school run complete i was back home by 9.10am feet up and having a brew. The phone starts to ring i look at the number and its the school…… my first thought was they never ring, whats happen. I answered the phone and it was the school receptionist informing me that little man had had as accident. 

“Hello is that (insert name) mum?”

“Yes”

“This is the receptionist from the school, just phoning to let you know that (inserts name) has had a accident. From what i can understand he had hit his head on the sand table just under his eye and has marked and started to swell”

“oh ok i will come down and get him now”

“There is no need for that, we will keep an eye on him and if he takes a turn for the worse i will ring back, we just wanted to inform you that he has banged his head”

“Ok thank you, is he ok in himself tho?”

“Yes he has gone back to class and playing again”

“Thank you”

“Bye”

“Bye”

 

I hung up the phone worrying how my little man was, how bad his eye and face was if he had cried a lot and if he had received any comfort and cuddles after. Preschool was nearly up but my hat, coat, gloves and umbrella was ready slightly earlier than normal i wanted to inspect the damage and of course give my little man a big cuddle and tell him what a brave little boy he had been. What i saw was not what i expected, i expected a puffy little face and a black eye. He came out displaying his sticker he had got big smile on his face and a tiny little bruise on the side of his cheek… PHEW his was fine :0) On the way home he told me that he slipped on some sand on the floor and hit his face on the sand table  on the way down, He said that it hurt a lot and cried…. but his fine now.

I really appreciate and understand why the school phoned, but goodness was i worried i thought it was going to be so much worse than it was and all i wanted was MY little man on MY lap  so I could give him a cuddle. I think that i am going to have to get use to him growing up.