In this blog, I mostly try to focus on the joyful, happy moments of motherhood. But let's face it, it's not always easy. The other day I had one of those moments: you know, the not-so-joyful ones. I had walked to a nearby park pulling K and J in the wagon (A was at school). I hadn't brought anything with us because we were close to home and not planning to stay too long. After the boys had played for about 10 minutes, we had an incident. J stumbled and ended up hitting his mouth on the concrete. It was one of those moments where you see it happen, recognize the cry of pain, and are
totally almost afraid to look because you know there will be blood. And blood there was. So there I was at the park, with no supplies, and no car, and a bleeding child. I tried my best to comfort him, told K to get in the wagon (thankfully he obeyed the first time for once), and took off running toward home with my bleeding child in my arms, while pulling K in the wagon. Luckily, a policeman happened to stop at a stop sign right next to us, so I asked him if he had a first aid kit. He did, so he gave me some gauze and I was able to clean up most of the blood and see that the bleeding was slowing down. We made it back home, and J ended being just fine (I was worried I'd be heading to the doctor to get him stitches). So we all survived, but boy, I do not like seeing my children bleeding! My hubby is much better at handling that kind of thing than I am. And I am thinking that I better start taking a first aid kit with me wherever I go . . . I'm sure this won't be the last time something like this happens!