G calls M our little critter.
Yesterday, our little critter burned the index & middle fingers on his right hand on a pan while I was frying eggs & kielbasa. (Not very healthy I know.) It was SO sad.
Anyways, he kept tugging at his right hand and rubbing it on my shirt screaming "All done!" which also means "All gone". He wanted the pain to go away but it wasn't so it was that over and over again. He was flailing his body all over the place one second and hugging me the next. He must have slapped me in the face on each side like he was hitting me with cymbals 4 or 5 times which was actually a little funny. I tried giving him ice to play with which he'd usually LOVE but he wasn't having it and was all over the place. Then I tried putting ice in a bag and held him down for 30 seconds here and there to cool off his fingers. I took a look at that point and was relieved to find that it wasn't that bad. I held him and walked around my house for about 30 minutes but he wouldn't stop the hysteria so I put him down and told him I wouldn't pick him up until he stopped crying. He was so good. He tried so hard to stop crying but couldn't completely and he'd let out a yelp here and there. I knew his burn wasn't that bad and he hardly ever cries because of pain so I realized he was just SUPER bothered by the weird feeling on his fingertips. I'll probably talk about it again in another post but genetics is a freaky thing. M is really "particular" aka anal and his type isn't from me. hahaha. The weird feeling in his fingers were driving him literally nuts.
Finally after what felt like an hour, he calmed down when I turned on Sesame Street for the 2nd time cause he wanted to watch "Eh-bee" (Abby), "Meh-mee" (Murray), "Eh-ma" (Elmo), "Bih-buh" (Big Bird) & "Goh-bah" (Grover). He literally listed all those characters between all the wailing and sniffling. That's how I knew he was feeling better. He was so tired from all the freaking out that he passed out while I was changing his diaper and clothes for his nap. Poor M. Mommy's sorry and will try to be more attentive next time. I was trying to make breakfast, entertain you, and figure out if E needed to eat all at the same time.
Even though I felt horrible, I realized that I'm learning to handle the guilt better cause I know there's only so much I can do at the same time. Also, I didn't feel as terrible as the day he hit his head on our coffee table and then an hour later I whacked his head against the dryer door. I totally drowned in guilt that day. I think that day was worse for me than my poor 6 month old.
Whenever I feel like a bad mom, I try to think bigger and tell myself that kids get hurt. It happens and it's okay and it sounds silly over little things like bumps and burns but God is in control of those thing too.
Only special people are allowed in the tent...like me. ha! He loves it when I scare him by shouting boo! and sticking my head through the door. My sister even made a moon and stars and hung them at the top on the inside.