other a toddler is never a smooth ride. One moment they’re smiling and laughing, filled with utter joy, the next they’re flailing around on the floor in a fully blown tantrum. I think they should send parents out of hospital with a little card that says, “Expect the unexpected”.
Yesterday was a day like any other. We needed to send a parcel and grab some milk so headed out for a walk to the local shops. As a treat I let Lacey take her scooter. A treat for her, a pain in the butt for me. She always gets bored half way through things like that, so it means me juggling baby, scooter, milk, purse, keys, all on a busy road. I’m a sucker… so away we went.
We stopped and talked to a stray dog. “Hello puppy,” we cooed to the big boxer as he sniffed his way around the garden.
He stopped in front of us and decided to do a big poop. Afraid that people would think he was our dog, and that we should be scooping up his doo-doo and disposing of it… we moved on. Very quickly.
We stopped off at the post office to send off the parcel where our mate Phil runs the show {Hi Phil!}. Phil usually tries to corrupt Lacey by trying to get her to barrack for the Rabbitohs, when she’s clearly a Roosters fan. Mostly though, he wins. As we near the Post Office she’ll start chanting Rabbits! Rabbits! Either that or she likes to tell Phil that “Daddy has a doodle” much to our embarrassment.
We grabbed some milk from the corner store and always the shopkeeper told Lacey to grab herself some complimentary lollies. “I love James!” she says as we head back home.
And then comes the struggle. My arms are full and there was a small trek back home. We eventually made it, stopping at the letterbox to fill my arms even more with mail. I heard a car horn being beeped, but ignored it… until a man emerged from his car and yelled out. “Hey! What number are you?”
I told him what number we were, and he continued to ask questions. Realising he was a courier, I left Lacey near the letterboxes, standing on her scooter as I walked the 10 metres to grab the parcel.
The courier fussed and fumbled about as I grew impatient. Lacey waited patiently on her scooter. I turned to grab the parcel, and then I heard a scream. Lacey had fallen.
These things always seem to happen in slow motion. I ran to her and scooped her up. Her little mouth bleeding and her little lungs crying a non-nonsense cry. She was hurt.
My head was screaming, “Faaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrk!” but instead I stayed calm and hugged her, kissing her and hushing her to calm her.
Somehow I grabbed everything, including the new parcel and fumbled into the house.
There was more blood, more crying, an icypole, a wet cloth and inner hysteria. She’d fallen onto the mailbox, with her tooth.
The tooth had moved and the gum was bleeding… so I called the dentist and made an appointment. I’m a worry wart, and the only way to ease the worrying is to have someone else tell me it’s either going to be okay, or it isn’t.
We drove all the way to the dentist {he’s 45 minutes drive away} and had it looked at.
“She’ll be okay,” he assured me, “It will be really sore for a few days. She’ll just have to eat soft foods. But she’ll be okay.”
Actually, I don’t think we need a little card saying “Expect the unexpected”. I think we need a little badge of honour that says, “I survived parenthood”.
Who knows what today will bring?
P.S. Ironically the courier was delivering Duplo for Lacey to play with. I’ll show you how cute that is a little later, and there will be a chance for you to win some too {minus the delivery drama!}. x
lol wow! what an adventure hope little lacey's tooth isnt hurting too much nemore. I love reading ur blog it makes my day as I eat brreaky..rock charlie in the rocker with one foot and type with one hand. Somehow we mums manage multitasking quite well. Enjoy your day!
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Poor little mite. Icypoles make the world a better place altogether sometimes. xxx
Hope her tooth is better soon.
I don't think it's just motherhood though, it's life in general.
Oh Chantelle that makes me want to laugh and cry all at the same time lol. I don't have kids but after spending two and a half weeks living with my friends in Papua New Guinea with their two girls 15 months apart I wanted to put badges like that all over my friend the super mum! Try all of what comes with a CRAZY 2 year old (seriously this kid is nuts…in a good way), throw in living in a developing country, limited medical care, language barrier and a huge cultural gap and salute her to no end. In our short stay the little family encountered blue bottle sting on 2 year old with locals not understanding what the big deal was, malaria for dad which quickly went through the whole family (including us), typhoid scare, approx. 321 throwing on the ground tantrums, driving 3 hours on dangerous road with armed driver to get to the supermarket and general family chaos.
Take care Lacey (and mum)!
I can totally share your feelings during this experience, and I think any mumma has had to endure some days were things just kept going off course! The good thing is you both survived!! your badge is that you got to tell the tale and laugh ;-p
Oh, toddlers and scooters – I hear you on that drama. And I have a three-year-old who thinks he's Evil Kneivel. Lucky me. Glad she's okay.
Wow I dont know how I would have survived that day. I too worry a lot, but you seemed to keep it together, well done.
BTW i don't even have kids, but that blog post made me worry about Lacey! I could see it coming as I was reading it.
I dont know how I would cope if I did have kids haha!
Love your blog!
Eurgh funny those days always go from bad to worse.
Hope today is great and accident free for you guys!
Poor love.
I can't believe how much Lacey has grown!! Keep the photos coming X
Oh Chantelle, it's so hard when your little one is hurt. What a juggly struggle you had going on there. Hope Lacey's much better today.
I think the card from the hospital should simply read “She'll be okay”. x
Poor buba! My name is Lacey too lol it's quite uncommon so thought I'd mention it 🙂
'Do your best, your best is enough,' that is what I think it should say. Hope Lacey is okay x
Hi – I just found your blog and had to say hello. Glad to find another roosters fan in the blogosphere. My family are all mad roosters supporters.
I love your blog! Your style of writing is amazing. I wish I could write as half as good as you.
but you got through it, yay! i still have photos of me at 4 or 5 learning to ride a bike and there are photos of me looking soooo happy and then i crash the bike and mum continues to take photos. i laugh so hard at them now, just like my mum would have right before she pulled me out from under the bike. 🙂
oh no, it's definitely worse for us mums! Finn has had stitches in head twice in the last year and keira walked into a table at the sales at christmas oh the blood, panic, rush to hospital…..it doesn't get easier for me!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hope you calmed down afterwards but it is scary….and sadly will happen again!!!!!!!!!
Corrie:)