The next mishap occurred when we were on our way to get pizza from Cici’s, actually I tell a lie, my husband was on his way, I was staying at home with the baby who had fallen asleep in her swing.
As a deviation from the mishap story, hear me: Never wake a sleeping baby. Why?? Do you even know how much can be accomplished when all the demands on your time are self motivated? Oh, I forgot, you probably do. You’re more than likely a student who still lives at home. You consider yourself completely independent with your car and your cell phone, a roof over your head, regular meals (whether you eat them or not), on your table. What about the air conditioning during those hot and steamy summer months, or the clothes that grace your body and the family vacations you’re still qualified to partake of? Go on admit it, you’re independent with a streak of dependency and all your time is self motivated!
Not so as a provider…deviation over: never wake a sleeping baby!
So I was staying at home that evening while lovely hubby went to buy pizza and here’s the mishap: our oldest daughter who was about two was safely buckled in the back seat of the van, her two brothers were in the middle row of seats, also safely buckled. My blue eyed bread winner and pizza fetcher of a cowboy decided my daughter needed shoes on her bare little feet.
“I want to go bear foooded.” she announced from the back seat, to which he said,
“No, you must have shoes!” and he turned his back on the van and went inside.
The garage is just off our back door so the children could almost be considered inside the house, so I can’t blame him for thinking they were safe, all buckled after all, and imagining he was only going into the other room. Into the other room he went. In the meantime our daughter had unbuckled and was standing in the open doorway of the van trying to decide how best to get down and help her dad find the right pair of shoes for her “bear food”. My oldest son, seeing her hesitation, decided to help her and by piecing the story together afterwards, with a series of private interviews, this is what we came up with.
He gave her a gentle shove and she fell out of the van and onto the step leading into the kitchen. Her face was partly saved by her glasses which she had been wearing for almost a year now, they broke at the bridge of the nose and punctured her forehead between her eyes. Blood gushed forth.
Until we got the story all we heard was a scream, crying and then I rushed to see a bloody heap on the concrete kitchen step. The baby awoke and crying she made (with all the noise), and so I picked her up. My husband rushed back to the scene with some shoes and picked up our fallen daughter. She looked as if she had been shot between the eyes; what an awful sight.
Pizza was off. Instead he dashed to the hospital emergency room, insisted on both anesthesia (do you know they were going to sew her up without it because she was under 2 years old?) and a plastic surgeon because it was her face and she was a girl.
Scar number two on the way…
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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