Being just a regular day can be so common,but with a hyperactive kiddo like mine, there's injury lurking behind every corner. My partner and I deal with his falls and cuts in a way which does not make our son aware of the depth of the matter until it really needs our attention; contrary to pouplar doing, that parents make a fuss out of the injury. We belive and have experienced that this makes the child strong and helps him get back on his feet without the support of his mom and dad. Unless, there is a extreme situation like the one which happened last day at our home.
Our son loves to jump and dance (he was happy to put on his swimming costume and get ready to go the pool) and that was what exactly he was doing when the incident happened; the floor mat on which he was dancing, slipped from under his feet, causing him to fall backwards. The horrible part of that was he was standing so close to the door that the fall landed the back of his head to the edge of the door frame. For a couple of seconds, I didn't realize the impact of the fall, until I saw blood oozing out from the back of his head. PANIC !!!!
That would have been the obvious reaction as a mother, seeing the child writhing in pain, but, bless my stars,I got the mind to be composed and deal with the situation. His constant cries of "Amma, its paining" was an alert sign to me to get the first aid done. I rushed him to the sink, ripped open the ice cubes from the over-frosted freezer and put it to his head ! Thank heavens, the bleeding stopped in a couple of minutes. My husband rushed in from his office and we were off to the hospital.
Soon enough we were in the surgeon's office, getting ready for the suturing and I was preparing myself mentally for the malaise mediated by Vagus nerve - in simple language - giddyness at the sight of blood(wonder why it happens only in the hospital !). As I have read in the past, i tried breathing in heavily as possible and look away from the scene of the surgeon, four nurses and my husband trying to hold down our boy for the procedure while he was crying his lungs out. The comprehend-able words were - " Amma, where is my Amma, I want see her face , I want to hold her hand" and struggling to free himself from the big party holding him down.
Eventually, the Vasovagal syncope took its toll on my senses, and I had to go to another room to regain my strength, I came back to hold his hand - to be his stronghold ! Each situation like this makes our bond stronger and makes me realize I am his rock and he looks upto me to be his source of resilience.
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