Last week we were in the park when Parker said he had to go to the bathroom. We hurried out of the play area to find the toilets, but of course P found about a million things to look at and play with along the way. I finally said, "parker, come on, hurry before you have an accident!" Like a good boy, he did...he got up and ran as fast as he could toward me...right into a light pole. Looking back, it was like something out of a cartoon...he hit the pole so hard that he landed with his back on the grass. This is something I would do (ok, let's be honest, this is something I have done). Anyway, he immediately starts crying and has a bump the size of a golf ball forming on his forehead. Logically, I knew that both of these were good signs, but emotionally, I overreacted.
I first put him in the stroller and tried to call Brady...both numbers, work and mobile...no answer. I text him twice...once was '911'...yes I was a little dramatic. Luckily and grocery store was close so I went and bought a bag of frozen peas and paper towels so that we could ice his head. While in there, I realized I had lost my debit card...shoot. I continue to call Brady because I swear that Parker's pupils look funny and that he is trying to go to sleep...still no answer. I call the one coworker whose phone number I know...no answer. I call my friend Mandy...no answer. This goes on for about 20 minutes when I finally get in touch with Mandy and decide that maybe I should take P to the A&E (Accident and Emergency) just to be safe. I don't have a car, Mandy has three kids so she doesn't have room in her car, and I still can't get ahold of Brady. I decide to take a taxi to the A&E, but when I get to the taxi area, none of them take credit cards and I do not have any cash. They all tell me where the nearest cash machine is, which would be fantastic except that I have lost my debit card and have no way to get cash. I was freaking out. Literally, lots of tears. I have never felt so helpless and alone. I know that I was overreacting but you don't realize how nice it is just to be able to call your mom or best friend on a whim so they can tell you that.
An hour after Parker hit his head (and about the time that I realized he was probably going to be fine), I finally got in touch with Brady (apparently he was in a meeting and forgot his cell phone on his desk...can't believe he was busy working?!?! ha). Poor Brady, I was crying into the phone telling him that I am all alone (sniff sniff) and I have no one (hiccup) and how could he not have his phone on him during every second of every day (sob)! Needless to say, Brady now keeps his phone on him all the time.
Oh, and turns out I didn't lose my debit card; I had just put it in a different place in my wallet (yep, drama queen). Even worse, that night and the next day Parker kept saying, "mommy did you find your credit card? Are you happy now?" He thought I was upset because of my card...oh geez...
Here's to trying to be a little less dramatic from now on...:)