Recovery ModePosted: January 11, 2015
The Husband Hausfraus had an eventful day. It included my first ever 911 call, excessive cupcake eating, and several victories over the crow in First Orchard.
You’re probably most interested in the 911 call.
Little Liebchen and I were sitting in my parked car in the far corner of a parking lot, waiting for Das Big Boy and Herr Husband to emerge from a birthday party. Little Liebchen had partaken in a bit of car nursing to pass the time, and had settled into the passenger seat to eat Goldfish and chat about our day thus far.
Then we were rear ended by a rather large pick-up truck, driven by another parent from Das Big Boy’s elementary school. Little Liebchen went face first into the dash, and instantly burst into tears as one would hope she would. I grabbed her, looked her over, and saw no obvious injury. I leapt from the car to examine her further and walk and snuggle her, and to yell at the parent (a very little bit, in my opinion), before deciding I obviously had to call 911.
By the time the incredibly friendly Wellesley police and fire fighters arrived, Das Big Boy, Herr Husband, our neighbors, and several other folks had emerged from the party. Little Liebchen was very excited to see her brother, and was acting like her normal self. The fire fighters looked at her pupils, we all watched her walk (and stomp in and remark on puddles), and decided she seemed fine. I still can’t find any bumps or bruises. Das Big Boy got to see an an ambulance up close, so he was pleased. I was wracked with guilt at allowing my “unrestrained two year old” in the front seat (as the dispatcher put it), even though we were parked. And I tried to assuage the guilt of the fellow mother who’d backed into us (she also put a hole in my fender (or an asshole, as one of my children might call it), but that seems rather insignificant.
We’re all fine. Totally fine and really freaking lucky.
Tonight at bedtime, Little Liebchen brought me Parenting in the Present Moment and suggested it as our story. I think she likes the primates on the cover, but it’s probably a good reminder to pay more attention and be in the moment and worry less and all of that good stuff. And it’s written by Carla Naumburg, fellow preschool mom of Das Big Boy’s old school and Little Liebchen’s future one! Time for me to get reading…
Thanks for all of your love and good energy.