Boo Boo's are a fact of life. They range from little scrapes to broken hearts. I prefer the little ones. It is so easy when your kids are little and your kisses can magically make a boo boo better. "Max" came in today sobbing over a tiny cut on her big toe. I am not sure that it actually bled at all, although if you based her level of injury on the screaming, her toe may have been amputated.
It brought back a flood of boo boo's throughout the years. Back when I was little, Mercurochrome was the medication of choice. Do you remember that orange liquid? When my mom would get it out, I can still remember how it stung and screaming "Blow, Blow!" Somehow when someone blew on it when it was being applied the sting diminished! Now, "Doc" puts drops of Super Glue on cuts.
"The Surprise" was probably the easiest of the six to sooth. All you had to do was cuddle him. Well...there was that time he was jumping on the bed and dislocated his elbow. WE tossed and turned all night until we got him to the office in the morning for a cast. You would have thought we were applying hot wax to his arm instead of a cast!. In the midst of his thrashing around, I know I got hit in the face.
"Pook" never really had small injuries. Everything on him was a serious injury when it happened. I do remember being at a school athletic event with the older kids. "Doc" got a phone call and headed out to take care of whatever it was. It turns out that it was "Pook", but he didn't want me to panic. A friend's son went to swing a baseball bat and caught "Pook" in the middle of his forehead requiring stitches. Ask him and he will proudly tell you how he got the Harry Potter scar on his forehead. I feel like the same is true of "The Blonde" except for a few minor snafu's that resulted in stitches, most of her injuries were major when they happened. "Mini Me's" temper always got the best of her. Finger slammed in a closet door during a temper tantrum resulting in stitches, slipping in the bathroom and biting through her lip again resulting in stitches.
"Calvin" was a walking disaster. As a two year old he took off down the driveway at "Doc's" uncles house. His crazy legs got moving faster than his body and he face skidded down the concrete. We just came across that picture last night. There were scabs from his chin up the underside of his nose and onto his forehead. If I had waited for him to not have scabs or bruises, I would have had no pictures of him as a little guy.
"Mommy" was a bit of a klutz too. She fell the day we moved into the Haney Place and tore her knee up on the gravel so bad that we had trouble piecing it back together. There is still that incident where she "tripped" over the dog and broke her arm. That ended up as a summer in a cast. I still wonder what the real story is on that.
When "the Ninja" became part of the family, she lucked out! She is injured continually and is easily "Doc's" best patient! She actually needed him the day "Mommy" broke her arm. "the Ninja" cut her hand open at her own graduation party and needed stitches. She was pretty upset that we missed the party until she found out why!
I guess if I added all the boo boo's up, the total would get pretty high. The nice thing about those early injuries was that you could kiss them, hug them, pat them on the behind and send them happily on their way. Not so as they get older! I miss the good old days!
Wife, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Nurse, Grandmother, Friend...that's me in a nutshell!