Bad Mommy Moment

So a friend of mine from the down the street walked by on her way to take her boys to the playground. She made the very unfortunate decision to ask us if we wanted to come along.

The three big boys were riding their bikes. So Harlie wanted to ride her tricycle. There is NO way she would make it to the playground on her tricycle. So, I got the bright idea to get a rope and tie it to the front of her bike so I could pull her when she got too tired.

We only made it a few houses down the street when this happened...





We were turning a corner, she steered straight while I pulled to go around the corner. The bike went over and Harlie's head it the pavement.

Bow in her hair?

Check.

Sunglasses?

Check.

Helmet?

Aw crap.

She doesn't have one. And I don't know why I didn't even think about it. I guess I was so excited about the prospect of her being able to ride her tricycle that I... well, I lost my head.

And to be honest, I remember reading on a Goldenhar support group that a lot of the kids had a really hard time with helmets because they just didn't have enough of a chin for the strap. They just wouldn't stay on. And I guess somewhere in my mind, I wrote off her ability to wear a helmet. She does have a chin now. Not a symmetrical one, mind you. But, still a chin. Maybe a part of me was afraid that she would still have the same problem.

But, I guess we'll find out for sure this weekend!

Back to the accident... I knew it was going to be ugly. I picked her up and told my friend to look for me, because I couldn't. Yes, there's a gash, she said. I took a quick peek, saw blood, and ran her home.

That's probably when my friend started to regret the decision to invite us along.

She was left with five kids (three of them on bikes and already a block ahead). But, luckily, a middle schooler that lives on our street was helping us out keeping up with the boys on the bikes. Thank goodness!!! Thank you so much G!!!!

So, I took Harlie home, got her cleaned up, called my friend/nurse, Jennifer and asked her what to do. Once I cleaned it, I realized that it wasn't nearly as bad as my imagination made me believe. So, I put her in the car, went to the drugstore and bought some of those butterfly closers. Then I took her home, gave her a bath, and Jennifer came over to put it on for me.

Harlie put up a good fight, but we prevailed. That photo will come tomorrow.

Then Harlie and I went to pick up the boys from my friend's house. She fed them dinner while I was getting Harlie straight. And then saved some for me to take home. Seriously, how nice is that?

I love my neighborhood.

Thanks, B!!!!!

We'll see how her goose egg looks tomorrow. I'll certainly let you know!

Thanks,
Christy