A few weeks ago, we had to take Zander to the hospital for what we thought was a bad spider bite.
I had seen it a few days earlier and at first to me it just looked like a big mosquito bite.
It was right near his tushie, and I told him to try not to scratch it.
Well a few days later, we noticed blood seeping through his shorts.
I was like oh my goodness and showed The Daddy.
We took off his shorts and underwear to see that bite was worse!
It was swollen, red, and bleeding from a deep hole in it.
The Daddy was upset with me at first because he thought I should have shown him sooner,
and done something about it. I felt horrid.
I got scared that Zander might have had a bad spider bite and I did nothing about it, days earlier.
But I tried to explain that it wasnt like this before, when I had seen it!
I felt clueless and just like the worse mom ever.
We took him to the ER immediately after that.
I cried on the way there, worried, thinking of all the worse case scenarios!
But it turned out that it wasnt a spider bite, just a cut or scratch that got infected.
My guess is that it WAS a mosquito bite, that he must have scratched too much and broke the skin.
With it being so close to his little booty, Im guessing it got infected that way.
Needless to say, he was alright. We got some medicine for him and its all healed up now.
Zander for some reason was TERRIFIED of going to the Doctors.
He didnt want them to see his "owie", he sort of freaked out at first.
But he ended up being a total trooper.
He loved his bracelet that he got, because he noticed right away that it had his name on it.
"Z-A-N-D-E-R, dat spell my name Momma?!"
He asked as he pointed to the bracelet.
"Yeah, it does buddy!"
"Oh, I yike dat bracelet, dat spell my name, Momma!"
For the whole next week he didn't want to take it off.
He is kinda sentimental like that.
He cherishes special little things like that.
Things that are personal to him.
He is such a sweet boy.
I am so glad everything turned out to be ok.
Its crazy all the things a Momma can think of when she fears for her child's well-being.
thoughts FEARS of a life without them.
Never hearing their sweet little voice, seeing their perfect little smile.
All the should of - could- of's that we think would of changed things.
The guilt. The heart wrenching feeling of seeing your child in pain.
Brings tears to my eyes, just remembering.
And this little incident wasnt even THAT big of a deal.
However its interesting how it made me really think of how much my kids are MY LIFE.
How even though I enjoy my ME time, and wish I had more of me and The Daddy "alone time",
I wouldnt trade them for the WORLD.
How I LOVE them more than anything.
Its funny how a "little scare" can really open your eyes to things like that isnt it?
Makes me hug tighter, love on longer, kiss more often,
enjoy every second, because you never know when will be the last.
And sure I will still get irritated with them every once in a while,
I will still be the not so perfect momma.
But I WILL cherish every moment with them. Good, bad, beautiful and ugly.