Well last Thursday, upon returning home, I decided to pull the stroller into the house since the boys had fallen asleep and I wanted them to stay that way. We have a huge stroller- as you can imagine- and, instead of asking my mom for help, I decided to try and wheel it in by myself. I took it up the steps front, back, front, back, I then got out my keys, unlocked the door and went inside to set stuff down. I turned around to get the stroller, but it was too late. My parents steps are round and apparently one of the wheels did not make it on the top step all the way. Slowly the stroller started to lean and, before my mind could totally compute what was wrong with this scenario, the stroller fell and tumbled down the steps. There are only two or three steps so it wasn't a huge fall, but my heart stopped. My life flashed before my eyes. Their lives flashed before my eyes, and I ran out to see what the damage was. Both boys were crying, of course,- so much for that staying asleep thing- so I took them inside and showered them with kisses. They both had bumps on their heads, but everything else seemed fine, and within minutes they returned to their happy normal selves.
I gave them both Tylenol and fed them a bottle. My hope was that they would just go to back to sleep. Well my little boy started to cry hysterically. And, while I'm trying to give him attention, his brother started to moan for some love. I called my mom to ask if she could come home and give me a hand. She had left for work about an hour ago, but luckily her work is only 10 minutes away. She came home and, as always, the boys calmed right down and acted as happy as could be :P
We got the situation under control, but I was pretty shook up. When these situations happen- falls, bumps, sick babies, etc.- I always get slightly disappointed that I can't handle it better, or that I don't have better judgment as a mother. I always have a raging battle going on in my mind: "Should I take them in? They're probably fine. They're acting a little weird? No, look they're smiling. Is this something serious? Maybe I should just take them in."
I never know what to do, and it simply drives me crazy. I don't want to be a hysterical and frantic mom, but I sure feel that way sometimes.
holy cow! this is a cute blog. I didn't know you had 2 blogs. I was amazed that you had time enough to post on 1 blog with twins, but wow!!
ReplyDeleteI didn't know you quit work. Good for you! Even if you have to live with the parents, I would totally do it if I had twins. Twins is a big job & I wouldn't want to miss out on them either.
I'm so sad to hear they took a tumble, but they are pretty durable... I know how you feel tho, about wanting to get them checked by a doctor, but at the same time, decide against it.
I've been trying to write you on facebook the last couple nights but my work computer has been blocking it for some reason. I'm excited to see you & your boys at the Halloween party!
I'm excited for the party too! Hopefully we can get the costumes done in time. We're pretty close.
ReplyDeleteI decided to start this blog when I got sick of feeling trapped and not having a place to vent. I also thought it would be fun to share the adventures of raising twins.
That is SO scary! I totally know how it feels to panic when something like that happens. Daxton fell off the couch onto his head the other day and I was freaking out! Its so scary! Im so glad that they are okay and we cant wait to come up and see the house!
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