Monday, February 9, 2009

Getting Tripped Up


Last week I was so ahead of the game, by midweek, I had already written today’s blog post, which I've now shelved due to recent developments. The best laid plans…

No, instead I’m going to admit to you that even in a family-crisis, I still think of myself and my running. Am I selfish? You tell me. Here’s what happened: Saturday was a brilliantly sunny day here. One trip to the playground wasn’t nearly enough. For the kids or me. So after John’s nap, we piled in the van and headed out. We had a blast, climbing, jumping rope, tree climbing, monkey barring. Several times I literally stepped back to appreciate the moment—being at playground with all three kids, by myself (realtor-Jack was showing a client some houses), and feeling calm and in control of the situation. Silly me—flirting with karma like that. I lost, big time.


We were headed home, steps from the van, when John decides to purposefully fling himself over a low-slung chain, hung to keep cars from driving onto the blacktop. Face-plant! He landed hard on his face, nothing to cushion the blow. Lots of blood, but not as many tears or shrieks as I would have expected from John. I immediately scooped him up and tried to survey the damage. A woman passing by offered help, and immediately pronounced, “oh, he’s broken his nose.”

I hustled the kids home, got Jack and my insurance card (note to self: don’t leave home without them!), got a neighbor to watch Phoebe and Daphne, and headed to the emergency room. (Accident happened just after 5:00 p.m.) I was surprisingly calm (I’m squeamish about blood), and not terribly worried. The bleeding had stopped pretty quickly, and John’s nose didn’t look askew. My big concern was that he had a concussion, but he seemed alert and tracking.


Here’s where I get ego-centric: In the waiting room, while I was cradling my “baby” boy in my arms, my thoughts turned to when I’d be able to eat dinner and what carb-dense leftovers might be lurking in our fridge. See, I had to run 15 miles on Sunday, and I couldn’t go to bed on empty. My mood actually perked up when I remembered a substantial helping of cheese ravioli sitting in a Tupperware container from the night before. Now if only our neighbor didn’t reheat them and serve them to the girls for dinner, I’d be in business….


Jack was a comfort at the hospital, and I told him in gentle, but emphatic terms, that he would be on night-duty if John had any breathing issues or couldn’t sleep. I selfishly had to be fully rested for my long run. Thankfully, we ended up getting home by about 7:15 and John had an easy night (the doc thinks his nose has only a minor fracture).


And, since I know you’ll wonder: I had a very good run on Sunday. I did, however, think a lot about my little trooper, John, as I pounded out the miles.

-SBS

*photo (above) is from today. And, yes, he's wearing his sisters' jammies and tunic. A current favorite ensemble.*

4 comments:

Carolina John said...

oh that's a wild story. we had a bright and sunny weekend too, but not as many bloody noses. Glad he's ok.

our first marathon is coming up this saturday!

floppy foot said...

Great pic! I can't tell you how many pics we have of my son wearing heals and a diaper or his big sister's nightgowns. :-) He has always enjoyed his sister's clothes. If you think about it, girls clothes are much more exciting with bright colors, sparkles, ruffles..... I have to say that my son is a confident 9 year old boy with long hair and ear rings. He gets a lot of comments about being in the wrong bathroom or on the wrong soccer team, but he just tells them that he really is a boy.....or he doesn't defend it at all and just goes about his way. He is my rough and tumble guy and we have had plenty of the bloody occurances and broken bones as our kids have grown up and there are more to come I'm sure. Getting dirty and falling down is part of exploring our world. It's all an incredible adventure.

I don't think it is at all selfish to be thinking about your run. I do it all the time. How else would you be able to keep up with all of them? :-)

Drea said...

Hi! I am a mother, runner, writer and everything in between living in Santa Barbara. My sister lives up in Portland and she will say something about the weather or a race and then you two will write it. It is very funny to me. Anyway, I love your site. We are putting on a brand new marathon in Santa Barbara. You can check it out on my blog at dreame.wordpress.com It will be in December :) SO the weather will be very nice here (actually it is always nice here). Keep doing what you do, we all love it.
Drea

marybob143@aol.com said...

Oh, yay!!! Moms who train for marathons and manage their children/homes/etc.!!!! I'm in South Louisiana - not exactly the health capital of the world, but I do my part!!! ;) I love your blog, but gtg get my ab work in before dashing out to pick up kids!