Me and my girls

Me and my girls
Showing posts with label anxiety. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anxiety. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Playdate Injury

Today we had a playdate at our house. Usually playdates are pretty stress-free. As soon as the friend arrives the girls run upstairs or downstairs and I only hear from them if they are hungry or need Barbie clothes changed.

Today's playdate was a nightmare. Juliet was super grumpy and was having a temper tantrum because she wanted me to pick which pj's she should wear for rest time but she didn't like anything I chose. In the middle of her screaming, I heard crying from the basement. At first I was confused, as the only crying that usually happens in our house is from Juliet. So I left screaming Juliet to investigate.

I met friend at the top of the basement stairs holding bloody toilet paper and crying "Help me". I felt like I was going to have a heart attack! Where was the blood coming from, what happened? Of course, 4 year olds are not the greatest at relating accurate events. So all I got from them was scissors and "I have blood!" (this was from friend of course). Crap! I used to be a lifeguard and have lots of experience dealing with blood and minor other injuries. But somehow, having another child injured while on my watch was really freaking me out.

I managed to get friend up to our bathroom where our first aid kit is and the mantra "stop the bleeding" spurred me into action. I've got to say, Juliet falling and cutting her tongue almost in half did not freak me out as much as having another person's kid blood literally on my hands. Luckily, my first aid training and the other voice in my head that said "stay calm" was louder than the part of me freaking out inside and I was able to keep it together, bandage the finger effectively and calm the almost hysterical friend down.

I guess when it comes to your own kids, you know them so well, that you know what's normal for them. You know if their hysteria is just that, or something more serious. I kept playing over and over in my mind the thought "am I doing this right?".

Thankfully, the bleeding stopped, friends stopped crying and after 20 minutes of watching Barbie Fashion Fairytale, friend told me confidently that she could still play even with her finger bandaged up.

Man, do I feel bad and guilty and horrible. Thankfully friend was okay. The whole episode was so stressful for me. The kids were over it in a heartbeat but I'm still feeling the stress and anxiety from the incident. I think it will take a bit for me to shake it off. Much like the time I accidentally bumped Ainsley's head on her crib rail when she was 6 weeks old and felt guilty for DAYS (and I still haven't forgotten it).

Saturday, October 9, 2010

A Mommy's Dilemma

I find myself, once again, all by myself this weekend. I had to stay in the city today as I was attending a mom2mom sale in Brampton. Brett decided to take the girls up to the cottage to have Thanksgiving dinner with his parents and they will return Monday to have Thanksgiving dinner with my parents.

Now, upon initially hearing his plan, I thought about the time I will have to work, clean the house and do other things I normally do not have time to do. The dilemma is that I miss them! I was actually anxious on Friday before they left. I hate saying goodbye even if for a few days. I've always been this way but have done it millions of times (had a three year long distance relationship with my husband) but it never gets easier.

Brett often tells me to go and take the day off, go out and get a break. What he doesn't understand, and I try and tell him, that when I say I need a break, I don't mean a long break. I just need an hour to get something done and then I want to hang out with the girls. I like having the freedom of popping in and out but like being able to also have the girls around. What can I say, I'm attached.

I really try hard to keep my feelings hidden around the girls so that they won't have anxiety about leaving and I think I do a good job as they love the cottage and although Ainsley did ask me if I could come, she was find with me saying I couldn't.

How many other moms out there have trouble letting their children go and miss them when they are gone, even if it's for a short time? Am I alone?