Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Our first real BOO-BOO, and the healing magic of ELMO
posted by Brian G.
Drink of choice – Glenlivet on the Rocks
Soundtrack – Ben Folds Live singing “Tiny Dancer” in concert
Mood – Mellow, but not happy about taking out the trash tonight
Well, tonight we certainly reached a milestone. Somehow…someway…our little sweetheart has managed to reach the tender age of 20 months (give or take a couple of days) without ever having known the sting of a REAL CUT. One that bleeds a little bit – but of course a “little bit” to a grown up must seem like GUSHING FOUNTAINS OF CRIMSON BLOOD. Really this cut (actually there are 2 side by side) is a wee one and really tiny and pretty much healed as we speak.
The funny thing is that it happened a couple of days ago, and when we first noticed it in the evening after everyone was safely home from work and daycare it had already scabbed up. Needless to say it was some sort of a mysterious and egregious daycare injury (MRI negative – day to day – throwing off the mound – probably won’t miss the next scheduled start, etc).
I cannot for the life of me explain why tonight it suddenly becomes something on the level of a GETTYSBURG BATTLEFIELD MUSKET WOUND. All of a sudden…the tears…the crying…the agony. Kissing the boo-boo – “You’ve got to be joking, man….can’t you see we’re in pain here?” Christiana Hospital has a trauma heli-pad, and AI DuPont has the Pediatric ER. Start an IV and get me 3 units STAT!
But then my wife – the sheer genius that she is – remembered something. She momentarily vanishes from the room and returns with a box of Band-Aids. But not just any regular Band-Aids, but ELMO Band-Aids. Yes, my friends – Elmo is to my daughter what illegal narcotics are to Courtney Love.
Well right then we’ve handled it. A quick application of the bandage – a kiss – a fast “it’s OK – Elmo makes it better”. It was like me handing her keys to the new Porche on the 17th birthday (we live in NJ). Like the blue Tiffany’s box. Like the Visa card. Like the check for the hall deposit. She looked up at me and suddenly I was GOD. I was her world and her universe for that very moment.
We tucked in for bed and read GOODNIGHT MOON and said our prayers and kissed and said our “night night’s”.
Quiet.
Peace.
“WWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”
Turns out that Band-Aid adhesive, like all good things in this life, is a temporary thing.
After the lights went out and the door shut, she began touching and playing and messing and fooling with ELMO. Enough of that and even NUCLEAR GRADE DUCT TAPE would fail.
Now its 9:15…she’s been down 2 hours to this point and we’ve been back in to try to soothe her no less than 5 times….
ELMO – I HATE YOU WITH EVERY OUNCE OF MY BEING….
posted by Brian G.
Drink of choice – Glenlivet on the Rocks
Soundtrack – Ben Folds Live singing “Tiny Dancer” in concert
Mood – Mellow, but not happy about taking out the trash tonight
Well, tonight we certainly reached a milestone. Somehow…someway…our little sweetheart has managed to reach the tender age of 20 months (give or take a couple of days) without ever having known the sting of a REAL CUT. One that bleeds a little bit – but of course a “little bit” to a grown up must seem like GUSHING FOUNTAINS OF CRIMSON BLOOD. Really this cut (actually there are 2 side by side) is a wee one and really tiny and pretty much healed as we speak.
The funny thing is that it happened a couple of days ago, and when we first noticed it in the evening after everyone was safely home from work and daycare it had already scabbed up. Needless to say it was some sort of a mysterious and egregious daycare injury (MRI negative – day to day – throwing off the mound – probably won’t miss the next scheduled start, etc).
I cannot for the life of me explain why tonight it suddenly becomes something on the level of a GETTYSBURG BATTLEFIELD MUSKET WOUND. All of a sudden…the tears…the crying…the agony. Kissing the boo-boo – “You’ve got to be joking, man….can’t you see we’re in pain here?” Christiana Hospital has a trauma heli-pad, and AI DuPont has the Pediatric ER. Start an IV and get me 3 units STAT!
But then my wife – the sheer genius that she is – remembered something. She momentarily vanishes from the room and returns with a box of Band-Aids. But not just any regular Band-Aids, but ELMO Band-Aids. Yes, my friends – Elmo is to my daughter what illegal narcotics are to Courtney Love.
Well right then we’ve handled it. A quick application of the bandage – a kiss – a fast “it’s OK – Elmo makes it better”. It was like me handing her keys to the new Porche on the 17th birthday (we live in NJ). Like the blue Tiffany’s box. Like the Visa card. Like the check for the hall deposit. She looked up at me and suddenly I was GOD. I was her world and her universe for that very moment.
We tucked in for bed and read GOODNIGHT MOON and said our prayers and kissed and said our “night night’s”.
Quiet.
Peace.
“WWWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”
Turns out that Band-Aid adhesive, like all good things in this life, is a temporary thing.
After the lights went out and the door shut, she began touching and playing and messing and fooling with ELMO. Enough of that and even NUCLEAR GRADE DUCT TAPE would fail.
Now its 9:15…she’s been down 2 hours to this point and we’ve been back in to try to soothe her no less than 5 times….
ELMO – I HATE YOU WITH EVERY OUNCE OF MY BEING….
# posted by Jawdy : 9:02 PM
