My little guy sustained his first big injury last night. Just as we were walking in from a Super Bowl party in the late evening, Gavin's finger got caught in the door of our building. I have never felt so helpless in my life.
The poor child cried for 30 minutes straight, screaming, "H-h-h-help me, Mommy!" I now truly believe that the worst feeling in the world is seeing your child in pain.
We called the doctor on-call and he said to ice it and give the little guy a pain reliever. Gavin's poor finger swelled up and turned red and then blue, but after a time he could wiggle it, so we were relieved it wasn't broken.
Of course we let him have a cup of apple juice, four M & M's, and the special treat of falling asleep in our bed. By the end of it, I think we felt worse than he did since we just wanted to hold him close and lavish him with love. He went to sleep talkative and happy at 11 p.m. We went to bed drained and exhausted.
Ah, parenthood.
This Saturday’s Recipes by The Pioneer Woman
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This Saturday is a brand new episode of “Home Sweet Home” on Food Network.
My kids are helping me shoot it, my production company in the UK is editing
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