Silly Mom Thoughts

You’d think, after all my years of clumsiness, I would remember how much it hurts to fall on concrete. You’d also think, given the fact that I have been walking for at least 25 years now, that I would be able to do so without incident. And yet, I am constantly tripping and occasionally falling on my face.

Today was a particularly frightening fall. I was leaving a friend’s house, after a lovely morning of girl chatting, kids screaming and playing, lots of great fun. My mind was focused on getting the kids home, certain that today both of my kids were going to nap at the same time. (I was incredibly giddy over that thought.) In my hopeful nap time reverie, I missed a concrete step, toppled down into more concrete, and banged up my knee and hand pretty good.

To make matters worse, in my arms was my 23 pounds of beautifulness, Bean. I watched in horrific slow motion while she also fell backward, out of my arms, and smacked her head on the concrete. She took the brunt of the fall, and I feel so awful!

We went back inside, cleaned up, got a gummi bear treat to stop crying (Bean, not me, though I wouldn’t have minded a gummi bear treat), and headed for home. Bean fell asleep on the ride home, since she absolutely refuses to skip a nap time, and I worried a little about her and her recent head injury. At home, I put Bug down for a nap, and thankfully he fell asleep almost immediately. I initially had Bean in the other room, but decided I felt better if I was holding her while she slept.

The left side of my pelvis started aching, and I started getting some cramping along the bottom of my belly. Friends kept asking if I had called the doctor and I thought, “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea, just in case.”

I called my OB and they told me to come in ASAP.

I called Bean’s doctor and they asked me a bunch of questions about how she was doing. (Is she eating? Like a pig. Are her eyes dialated to different sizes? Nope. Did she lose consciousness? No. Is she abnormally irritable? Only when I poke at the bump on her head. (I’m kidding, I wouldn’t do that to her!)) In the end, they told me not to worry about bringing her in unless her symptoms changed.

My wonderful neighbor came over with his son and hung out while I went to my OB’s office. That was, by far, the quickest appointment I have ever had! I was in the waiting room all of two minutes and seen by the doctor maybe four minutes after that. I guess when you’re pregnant and take a nasty spill, you get high-class treatment!

The OB hooked up the ultrasound machine, though before he put the wand on my belly, he mentioned if there was something wrong, that there wasn’t anything we could do about it.

Okay, love my OB and the fact that he gives me all the facts, but I was not in a fact receiving mood at the moment. Some things are better left unsaid. But, he’s a good guy, so I forgive him.

He checked out both babies, and they were there in all their wiggling, healthy heartbeating glory. Initially, one of the twins was positioned with his butt to the ultrasound wand. I thought that was pretty hilarious. Who knew I would get mooned by my unborn child today?

The only thing he did say that causes me very slight worry, is that I am not out of the woods for a couple of days. He said if they’re still in there, happy and healthy after a couple of days, everything is fine, but until then, there’s still a chance of something happening. But, he did emphasize that because I didn’t fall directly onto my belly, the chances of anything being wrong after seeing the babies today are quite slim. Phew.

When all was said and done, I begged my doctor for a prescription for a wheelchair for the rest of my pregnancy.

“I am not safe walking when I’m not pregnant,” I explained. “I’m a full-blown disaster when I am.”

Can you believe he wouldn’t give me a wheelchair prescription?! The nerve…

Alright, so I suppose I couldn’t hang out in a wheelchair and take care of my 3-year-old and 1-year-old.  Maybe it’s best that he denied my request.

So, what was initially a pretty frightening afternoon turned out okay. Especially after that whole Natasha Richardson thing, I was pretty worried about my little Bean’s noggin. I’m very thankful that everything turned out okay for all three of my babies.