It's days like today that remind me why I love being home with Josilyn! We started the morning off with a little book reading ("Are You My Mother?" is our new favorite); she knows some of her books so well that she will actually "read" them to me and bunny! Then we had breakfast and got ready for our big consult with a specialist in childrens dentistry. We talked about the visit all morning so by the time we got there she was running into the building saying "cheese!" for her pictures.
If only that good mood would have stuck around once the doc tipped her back and started checking things out. Even with her "invisible" sunglasses on Josilyn ended up screaming more during this visit than she did from her actual fall. If the tears wouldn't have been flowing I would have tried to snap a pic of her in the chair with her shades on and the big x-ray jacket weighing her down. Priceless.
The good and the bad. The good news is that the doc was pretty optimistic that no major nerve damage was done!!! Yippee. That means no capping or filling of the tooth (which would have meant sedating her during the procedure). The bad news is that the tooth will probably still change color and fall out early. She put Josilyn on a 2-week soft food only diet to make sure the gum tissue can properly heal and still wants us to come back to file the tooth down .... ugh. Let's hope we won't have too many more visits like this for awhile :o) Another positive to the trip, they gave Josilyn a beautiful pink studded tiara for being such a good girl during her visit!
The rest of the day we spent enjoying the gorgeous weather. Swimming in the pool, watering the flowers, reading more books, doing the laundry, terrorizing Ozzie and going potty TWICE on her big girl potty ... all on her own!
This leads me to wonder if it is finally time? I don't want to jump the gun but in the past couple weeks Josilyn has been more and more interested in the potty. She's been using it enough that I'm tempted to breakout the Elmo undies and give it a 100% go. But am I really ready for her to be potty-trained? That makes all of our outings during the day a whole lot more difficult. Selfish on my part, maybe!
We ended the day with a walk around the neighborhood, feeding the ducks, playing at the park, feeding the ducks again, and another round of "Are You My Mother?". Ahhh! Does life get any better than this!?!?
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
There's nothing worse than a mother's guilt
So I am learning firsthand just how hard it is to deal with mothers guilt. We've had our fair share of bumps and bruises in the past 22 months of Josilyn's existence, but tonight was by far the scariest for me.
We were going for our typical end of the night walk through the neighborhood then up to the pond to feed the ducks; but tonight one of Josilyn's buddies Ava was out playing as well. We decided to stop and chat for a couple minutes so the girls could play. Of course being the adventurous and never fearful daughter that she is, Josilyn decided to climb onto another neighbors "bigger" kid bike. So I'm standing right next to her - literally not even a foot from the girl - and I turn my head away for a split second when all of a sudden I hear the scream and the tears. Sure enough she tipped right over onto the sewer grate.
I scooped her up and started my normal calm routine of checking her over whenever she falls when I instantly noticed her teeny tiny top front tooth was chipped. Not a little chipped, about 25% of the tooth was missing - leaving a very sharp dagger looking tooth in its place. Ugh. My perfect little princess has her first unhealable boo-boo :o(
Yes I know it could have been so much worse and I am thankful that it wasn't; but I still cannot get over the guilt of not watching over and protecting my angel better. My stomach has been in knots since the incident ... no matter how hard I try to tell myself these things happen the guilt just keeps coming back.
Thankfully she seems to be doing fine, the tears only lasted about a minute before she was ready to start running around like a wild animal again. A little Motrin before bed and a couple doctor and dentist appointments in place for Monday morning and hopefully we'll be good as new. Minus the uneven teeth that will be front and center for every picture from now until she gets her permanent ones. Let's just pray the damage stopped with the chip and there's no long term nerve damage.
The question for the day: why is it that the children of parents who actually watch their kids typically end up getting hurt more often then the children of parents who rarely watch their kids?
We were going for our typical end of the night walk through the neighborhood then up to the pond to feed the ducks; but tonight one of Josilyn's buddies Ava was out playing as well. We decided to stop and chat for a couple minutes so the girls could play. Of course being the adventurous and never fearful daughter that she is, Josilyn decided to climb onto another neighbors "bigger" kid bike. So I'm standing right next to her - literally not even a foot from the girl - and I turn my head away for a split second when all of a sudden I hear the scream and the tears. Sure enough she tipped right over onto the sewer grate.
I scooped her up and started my normal calm routine of checking her over whenever she falls when I instantly noticed her teeny tiny top front tooth was chipped. Not a little chipped, about 25% of the tooth was missing - leaving a very sharp dagger looking tooth in its place. Ugh. My perfect little princess has her first unhealable boo-boo :o(
Yes I know it could have been so much worse and I am thankful that it wasn't; but I still cannot get over the guilt of not watching over and protecting my angel better. My stomach has been in knots since the incident ... no matter how hard I try to tell myself these things happen the guilt just keeps coming back.
Thankfully she seems to be doing fine, the tears only lasted about a minute before she was ready to start running around like a wild animal again. A little Motrin before bed and a couple doctor and dentist appointments in place for Monday morning and hopefully we'll be good as new. Minus the uneven teeth that will be front and center for every picture from now until she gets her permanent ones. Let's just pray the damage stopped with the chip and there's no long term nerve damage.
The question for the day: why is it that the children of parents who actually watch their kids typically end up getting hurt more often then the children of parents who rarely watch their kids?
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