A few nights ago we had some family adventure...not like we are ever adventure-less with the boys in the house lately! In the middle of the night...well close to 1am...I had almost fallen asleep as I had been hit with a nice little stomach flu that day (which thankfully behaved itself during this time!). Suddenly I heard alarms going on downstairs...multiple alarms...not a good thing to be awakened too. And Brad was none impressed when I woke him up to check it out:) We went down to find two alarms going on in our stairwell going to the basement...one smoke alarm and one carbon monoxide detector. In deciding what to do...we went back to bed...as I said Brad was none too impressed to be awakened.
After a little bit, we went back down to figure things out. And the only option, was 911...how stupid! We didn't know what was going on...but were a little worried with the carbon monoxide detector going off. Thankfully 911 didn't bring the whole shebang of emergency vehicles out (I hate being a spectacle...and that would have made one)...so they just contacted our local fire department...and in the meantime they told us that we definitely had to get out of the house in case of carbon monoxide. So here we are standing in the front yard at 1am with the boys wrapped in blankets waiting for the fire trucks to arrive.
Ben was so excited when the fire trucks drove up...his dream come true! There must have been at least 6 firemen there for our "non-fire"...but in they went with gas masks and hose They were here for close to an hour and other than saying the battery was dead in one of the alarms (which doesn't make much sense since just before they came it was definitely alarming)...nothing was found. How embarrassing!! Thankfully it all happened at night when not many people would have noticed...but I'm sure someone told the town about it...probably the vehicle that drove by 3 times before going back home across the street:) But I'm still thankful we checked into it...rather be sure, than dead. So, we were back in bed before the fire trucks left our yard.
The crazy thing is the alarms have now gone off a few times since (we found out our carbon monoxide alarm is actually duel, both fire and carbon monoxide so it must have been the smoke detector part going off). It has always gone off now when the dryer is going, which is really odd as obviously we've used the dryer many times since we've moved here. All the more excuse to get our laundry moved upstairs! So for now, we'll just know when the clothes are dry by the sound of the smoke detector:)
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Heartbreak, fear...and GUILT
Last week Friday I decided to take the boys to Warman for a quick shopping trip....never again! Not because of the expensive prices, but because of the trauma that came out of the shopping experience. If I'm alone with the boys I only grocery shop at Superstore or Costco for the primary reason that they have double-seated carts. There is no way I would be able to shop and have Benjamin running free...it would be disastrous and extremely stressful! But the grocery store in Warman only has one-seated carts...the two level kind of carts. So I decided for this one time I would let Ben sit in the bottom level of the cart. He was doing really good at sitting in the bottom so I was pretty happy with the experience...till...he was playing with a box of cereal and it slipped out of his hands and he flipped out of the cart after it...flat on his back slamming his head on the hard cement floor. It was one of the most terrifying moments so far as a parent! And did he ever scream...and scream...and scream!! And he clung to me as he never has before. It took all my might to keep the tears back, as my heart just broke for him and the pain (or just the fright) he was experiencing. Having your child hurt is a feeling that is unexplainable...it's a horrible horrible feeling of pain!
And as I'm walking around the store with this 2 year old clung around my waist...wailing...I couldn't help but feel immense GUILT for what was happening. I knew that it wasn't a good idea to put him in the cart, but yet because I didn't feel like I had another choice at the time, I did it anyways. All I could think about was what if he would have permanent damage from this fall? What if he had a internal bleed? Imagine the GUILT then? I've often felt guilt as a parent, but never this strong of guilt. After about an hour he settled down and was absolutely fine the rest of the day.
But the next day was another story. We woke him up in the morning because he already had slept way past his normal wake time...and I was nervous about him having a concussion. He woke in a wretched mood! He's not a morning person, but this was not his normal morning mood...something was up. He wouldn't eat or drink and he had a fever. After a dose of Tylenol he seemed to perk up, so we weren't too worried. I think the nurses in us maybe don't worry enough...and I don't want to be one of those people that run their kids to the ER for small petty reasons. So we just kept him at home and he seemed okay. But by the time he got up from his afternoon nap, something was seeming to be obviously wrong. He immediately asked to lay on the couch...not like Ben at all...his fever was up again and then he started complaining about his eyes hurting...and then out of no wheres his nose started to drip clear fluid. Then the nurse fear set in...was something really wrong and we left it too long?!! Even more GUILT set in! I packed him in the car and rushed him to the ER...by the time we saw the nurse and then waited another 3 hours to see a doctor his fever had gone down and he was feeling a lot better. Thank goodness. So, in the end thankfully everything is fine with his head...it took a day or two, but he's back to normal now. And he was diagnosed early with tonsillitis, so that's why he had the fevers and had no appetite.
I've learned my lesson with carts...and the fear of something happening again (and the guilt that I felt) definitely will make me never do it again. I guess if other grocery stores want my business in the next year or so, they are going to have to change their carts!
And as I'm walking around the store with this 2 year old clung around my waist...wailing...I couldn't help but feel immense GUILT for what was happening. I knew that it wasn't a good idea to put him in the cart, but yet because I didn't feel like I had another choice at the time, I did it anyways. All I could think about was what if he would have permanent damage from this fall? What if he had a internal bleed? Imagine the GUILT then? I've often felt guilt as a parent, but never this strong of guilt. After about an hour he settled down and was absolutely fine the rest of the day.
But the next day was another story. We woke him up in the morning because he already had slept way past his normal wake time...and I was nervous about him having a concussion. He woke in a wretched mood! He's not a morning person, but this was not his normal morning mood...something was up. He wouldn't eat or drink and he had a fever. After a dose of Tylenol he seemed to perk up, so we weren't too worried. I think the nurses in us maybe don't worry enough...and I don't want to be one of those people that run their kids to the ER for small petty reasons. So we just kept him at home and he seemed okay. But by the time he got up from his afternoon nap, something was seeming to be obviously wrong. He immediately asked to lay on the couch...not like Ben at all...his fever was up again and then he started complaining about his eyes hurting...and then out of no wheres his nose started to drip clear fluid. Then the nurse fear set in...was something really wrong and we left it too long?!! Even more GUILT set in! I packed him in the car and rushed him to the ER...by the time we saw the nurse and then waited another 3 hours to see a doctor his fever had gone down and he was feeling a lot better. Thank goodness. So, in the end thankfully everything is fine with his head...it took a day or two, but he's back to normal now. And he was diagnosed early with tonsillitis, so that's why he had the fevers and had no appetite.
I've learned my lesson with carts...and the fear of something happening again (and the guilt that I felt) definitely will make me never do it again. I guess if other grocery stores want my business in the next year or so, they are going to have to change their carts!
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