|My Polar Bear in summer's best.|
|The Geriatric Ward - Curly and Willow|
Bear is used to getting what he wants. Last night/this morning Bear was chewing on a bone, moved on and went back to sleep somewhere else. Willow came to snuggle with me and picked up where Bear left off and gnawed on the bone for a while. Bear decided he wanted to claim it back. We had an argument on our hands, I reached down to move Bear away and CHOMP - I literally stuck my hand in his mouth. At first it seemed not so bad, but as I walked out to the kitchen to clean it up, my ears started ringing, tunnel vision started and I had to sit down. As is was sitting at the island, I realized that would probably end up on the floor as my head starting spinning. Better to do it voluntarily. Jeff took me to the ER, got me settled and came back to tend to the kids.
|This is the bite they are concerned about.|
|Holy Swelling, Batman.|
Now...had this been tomorrow, what would I have done? 4:30 in the morning. My first response is to say I would just pack them up and take them with. But I don't know if I could have driven. Especially not with 4 kids in the car. Now, I was done by 7am. Perhaps I could've left Noah in-charge, armed with cereal and Nick Junior, but I am not so sure I like that. My dad would be up at that time, so I guess I could have called him to get the kids ready and see if his parents would be willing to watch the girls once they got up so my dad could get to work. So, homework for this firefighter's wife - figure out your emergency Jeff's not home back up plan.
So, off I will go, with my very sore mummy hand - to make my contingency plans.