As the world’s most accident prone person, I have to admit that I have breathed many sighs of relief over the years that my daughter did not inherit that trait from me. She’s fairly graceful, and I’m not even sure she’s had more than a scraped knee in life. Those usually heal pretty quickly, too. I continue to cross my fingers that Maddy will never have to deal with more than just scrapes here and there.
Zachary, on the other hand, is a walking mess just like his Momma. This kid is an accident waiting to happen (again, just like me).
He once walked into a chair and caught his head at just the right angle to cause a massive goose egg.
Not too long after that healed, head injury #2 happened in the same way as head injury #1.
He went and chipped his tooth on his 2nd birthday by smacking a metal Tonka truck into his face.
About 6 months later, he fell out of his stroller at Downtown Disney and landed face first (and let’s be honest here, he WAS strapped in and he had just figured out how to unbuckle himself – strollers need to have straps on the back).
A few months after that, he slipped in the bathroom at the splash pad and face planted into a urinal, requiring stitches on his left eyebrow (and a scar that there is to this day and will likely be there for life).
On top of those, he’s had a billion cuts, scrapes, bruises, bug bites, etc. Yesterday, I got a call from school, and any parent knows that when your child’s school pops up on your phone, your stomach drops a little. ”Zachary is fine,” the phone call started out. “But we wanted to let you know he fell on the playground and has a little bump on his head and a scrape under his nose.” After talking to the administrator on the phone for a few minutes, it was decided that there was no need for me to head out there to pick him up.
However, ten minutes after that conversation, they called Paul and asked him to come out and look at him. I was mildly annoyed at that moment – first of all, why would you call me and say he’s fine, then turn around and call the other parent to ask them to come and check him out? They didn’t call me back, I didn’t have a missed call. I was starting to worry if something was really wrong, when Paul texted this picture to me:
Friends – I am not even sure that “horrified” was really the best description of my attitude when I got that picture on my phone. Paul sent it along because there was no real way to really describe how he looked.
Zachary ended up being sent home for the day. There were conflicting stories about what happened – he was running and tripped on the sidewalk outside; he was playing keep away with another kid and he tripped and fell; another kid pushed him. Zachary is very vocal in what happened, and I did have a talk with the front desk this morning about his version of events. I guess at the end of the day, we will never really know the full true story as to what happened – all we know is he fell face first onto the sidewalk. He was extremely lucky that he didn’t end up with a concussion, a broken nose, or broken teeth.
I called his pediatrician yesterday afternoon to see if she thought he needed to come in. After going through a check list of items to make sure that he didn’t have a concussion, she decided that he didn’t need to come in at that point. However, I will likely take him in soon because his school won’t allow over the counter medicine to be administered there – and he really needs Motrin or aspirin to help with the pain.
This morning, he was very down about his appearance. He was concerned that the other kids in his class were going to make fun of him because it looked SO bad.
The pictures really do not show the full horror that is that bump on his head. It protrudes quite a bit and it’s SO big. The scrapes resemble road rash, and are kind of “oozy” underneath his nose. You can see the aforementioned scar on his eyebrow from the urinal incident, too.
He specifically asked to wear his Monster’s Inc. hoodie shirt so that Mike’s eye would hide some of the bump. He was very nervous the whole way to school, and it hurt my heart to see a 4 year old so concerned about his peers making fun of his injuries. When we walked into the multi purpose room for breakfast this morning, the entire room went dead silent. All of the kids were staring at him, and his eyes began to fill with tears because he KNEW why they were looking at him. He grabbed onto my leg and leaned heavily onto me as a few kids starting yelling out, “What happened?! Why is he all cut up?! That’s so gross looking!”
I did the only thing I could think of.
“Zachary was a super hero last night,” I said, patting him on his back as I knelt down next to him. ”He was fighting the bad guy, and he won. These are his battle scars that he got from that fight. They’re kind of cool looking, aren’t they?” Zachary looked at me, eyes filled with questions, when the room started to liven up with shouts of how awesome it was that he was a super hero, how that bad guy should be scared of Zachary, and more. Zachary’s grin grew a mile wide when he realized that the kids weren’t going to make fun of him, and they all felt that his injuries were pretty darn awesome.
I don’t think they’re awesome, I just felt awful that he looked like he’d been hit by a car.
As I left that morning, he was busy telling the little girl that has a crush on him all about the bad guy. (That little girl cracks me up, she goes out of her way every morning to make sure that he sees her, and it usually annoys the heck out of him.)
I realize that telling a lie like that isn’t the best idea; who knows if later down the road he’s going to end up telling his Dad and I stories about how he got injured by a non-existent bad guy. But it felt good to know that he wasn’t embarrassed about his appearance, and the other kids thought he was an awesome super hero on the side.
I’m hoping that as he gets older, he’ll stop being so accident prone. But I’m going to be 35 next month, and I’m still walking into things and breaking body parts, cutting myself, bruising things, etc. I’ll likely never grow out of that.
Are your children accident prone? Do you ever come up with creative ways to explain their injuries to classmates?