well then you are mistaken. In light on mother's day, I reflected on my not so shining moments...more or less some bloopers of me being a mom.
First one that pops in to my mind: I am out shopping with Brayden. He just got his KidKart (wheelchair). For some reason I actually made it to the mall. I was thrilled! I did lots of shopping that day, making up for the months I had not. As I was looking through a sale rack, I noticed a lady come darting across the store. She grabbed Brayden's wheelchair. It appears that I loaded down his chair with all of the shopping bags and it was tipping over. How's that! I tipped over my kiddo in a wheelchair due to excessive shopping!
Second, there have been too many times when I have messed up his feeding tube. Like unplugged him in the car, left the pump in the car running...the formula leaking all over the car. Forgetting to tape his tube down so if comes undone and leaks all over him. Always a pleasant smell.
Third, Brayden seems to poop at inappropriate times and places. All of the medications and special diet makes for a mess and a smell so bad that your noses burns. One doctor visit, Brayden did his deed. We quickly changed him but there was no good place to get rid of the evidence, I did stuff it into a XL medical glove to help. The room smelled terrible. We left the examination room door open. The doctor came in and closed the door. His eyes started to water, he rolled back in his chair and opened the door without a word. I was laughing, the doctor was not.
I could go on and on but one last one comes to mind. It was some cold rainy day. I had all three boys. I was trying to unload everyone very quickly and get into a doctor's office, hoping not to get too wet or cold. We quickly scrambled to the door...it was one of those fancy heavy doors that the boys could not open to help me. We managed through that door and of course there is another one. As I am holding the door with my bum and pushing Brayden through...the wheelchair collapses. I did not put it together properly. It was like Brayden was falling in slow motion. Everyone in the office just watched, not one person helped. I said (maybe shouted) that I really needed some help. I was starting to sweat. One man, begrudgingly, came to hold the door so it did not close on Brayden in his collapsing wheelchair. And I finally got it together and probably gave everyone a little excitement for the morning.
Oh the fun...
4 comments:
Bless your heart! What doesn't kill us only make us stronger, right?! ;0)
It kills me when people don't hold a door, etc. When I was on crutches for such a long time after my infamous fall of the roof, I cannot tell you the number of times that people looked right at me and let the door slam on me/my crutches. I guess me more aware of it; I will get up from my meal in a restaurant and rush to the door to help someone. It infuriates me to someone ignore someone who needs a hand. Cousin Debra
Oh my! We all have these moments. It keeps us from getting too full of ourselves. haha
I too have had my share of crazy g-tube moments. When Emily first got her feeding pump, we hooked her up at bedtime and left the room. She was a crying a little bit that night and we were trying to let her self-soothe. She went on for a little bit and then eventually quieted. When we went to bed an hour later, we realized the tube was clamped and the pressure from the pump built up so much that it popped open one side and proceeded to pour all of the formula onto the bed and Emily. The poor kid was crying because she was wet and apparently gave up thinking no one was going to come take care of it! I felt like we were going to get a parent of the year award for that one!
Sounds like a normal week at our house! :) Hugs!!
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