The paramedics asked me if he knew how to ride a bike. Later, this makes me giggle. Grady has been riding a two wheeler, with training wheels, since he was two and a half. Twenty six pounds of tornado. He barely weighs more than the bike.
Two hours later, he
Being a parent is tough on your hearts.
Eight days later, we took an evening trip to the pool. We were there for less than thirty minutes. I heard a cry. I knew that cry this time. I ran over and scooped him up. Cupping his chin and racing towards something. I grabbed a towel and frantically looked around. Moms came running. Two happened to be trauma nurses. I didn't scream this time. In fact I was surprisingly calm. Off we went. In the ambulance. For the second time in 8 days. Five stitches later, Grady
Less than 24 hours later, two of the stitches came untied. Back we went. To the emergency room. This time without the escort of the ambulance. We sat in the waiting room. Grady said, "Let's go to my room now!" And why shouldn't he have his own room? With his name on the door! He should have an ambulance named after him! Get the fire department on the phone! He gets his wish. But this time it's room number 3. The first two times, room number 7. With a steri strip on one half, and three stitches remaining in the other, Grady carries his chin and my heart, proudly out of the emergency room doors.
They told me the steri strip wouldn't budge. I should expect it to still be on there when he takes his driving test. Really. They should know him by now. I mean, come on. The kid has his own room. In the emergency department. That steri strip? Lasted as long as a dry diaper. I buy more steri strips.
Two days later, he uses my parent's dining room floor as a slip and slide. You don't have to act surprised. And I'll completely understand if you gossip to your mom's group about me. Another stitch popped out and the steri stripped side busted back open. Back we went. To the waiting room. Grady demands, "Let's go to my room now!" Get this kid a room. And get one for me while you're at it. Although it may be in a different ward.
I am the mother of the triple
|After the bike tumble. I couldn't help but smile once we knew he'd be okay. Dempsey was happy too.|
|The pool tumble.|
|The triple |
|Ready to play soccer.|