Our morning started out just like any other morning. We had breakfast. We were playing. Little MPB climbed up some furniture, as he is known to (in fact daycare has two nicknames for him – Mr. Mellow and Mr. Climber).
While I took Little MPB down from the highest point and told him it isn’t safe to climb so high, Mr. MPB and I commented that at naptime we were going to rearrange the furniture to prevent Little MPB from climbing that high.
We continued to play. Little MPB climbed up some furniture again.
He reached for something. Mr. MPB and I both saw what was about to happen and we both instantly leapt up.
Neither of us made it in time.
Little MPB fell through the air. The top of his head hit the ground first, followed by his neck twisting in a very unnatural way. Then, the remainder of his little body crumpled to the ground.
Mr. MPB instantly was over top of him, holding his neck and head as to ensure he couldn’t move and potentially hurt himself further. With a head and neck injury we weren’t taking any risks.
I was on the phone to 911.
Little MPB was screaming, blood curdling screams.
The EMS arrived and relieved Mr. MPB and took over. Little MPB’s vitals were good. His neck appeared okay, but they weren’t positive, he needed to go to the hospital.
They loaded Little MPB into the ambulance, I sat at his side for his first (and hopefully last) ambulance ride. Mr. MPB followed in a separate vehicle.
We went straight to the nearest children’s hospital. They checked him out and kept him for observations for a few hours. We were given instructions for detecting a concussion in Little MPB over the next few days and were given instructions to follow depending on what symptoms he displays. We were told when to bring him back. Although unlikely, we were also told when to call an ambulance to bring him back in vs driving him ourselves. We were also told to limit his activity for the remainder of the long weekend. In the end, the ER doctor very nicely said:
Little MPB is going to be just fine. You and Mr. MPB have probably aged 10 years today, but you will be fine too.
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How is it already September 1? I’ve never before in my life wished for August to end, but this year has been different. I wonder, can a simple flip of the calendar really make a big difference to one’s state of mind? I don’t know, but I sure am hopeful!
Anyways, I thought I’d share another slightly funny thing about how August fizzled out for us.
Those who know us, know that Mr. MPB loves to cook and could probably be a chef if his current career ever falls through. (I sure won the jackpot with him – I’d live off Kraft Dinner if I had to fend for myself).
This week was a bad week for us in the food department. Our week looked like this:
- Monday we got home late from camping and had no food in our house. We made pasta for Little MPB and ordered pizza for the adults after Little MPB was in bed.
- Tuesday Little MPB had left-over pasta and we ordered Indian food (we just found an amazing take-out place but it is way to spice for Little MPB).
Wednesday I finally went grocery shopping because the food situation had become pretty desperate. While shopping I decided I really wanted barbeque ribs for dinner. So, Mr. MPB started slow cooking the ribs at about 3pm (a benefit of working from home). We had the BBQ set to approximately 200f for a few hours – they were looking great! Mr. MPB decided to give them a bit more time, and he went back about an hour later and the BBQ temperature had raised to 750f and the ribs were literally on fire!! Needless to say, we put out the fire, then scrambled to put dinner together for Little MPB and ordered pizza again for the adults way later then we would have prefered.- Thursday was no better. We all had left over pizza.
We normally eat-out or order take-out no more then 1/week. Needless to say, neither of us are loving the amount of pizza we’ve eaten this week! It’s amazing how quickly we start to feel sluggish and generally yucky when we eat poorly.
So, Mr. MPB has decided he is going to cook supper every single day in September. The basic rules are:
- eating out for supper is not allowed (unless required because I’m on the road with work which I’m expecting 3 or 4 times this month),
- re-purposed left-overs are allowed.
Mr. MPB seems fully committed to this little self-imposed challenge.
I on the other hand, have not volunteered to help him with the cooking. Instead, I’ve promised that I’ll eat his home cooked meals every single night and that I’ll take photos of said meals!
If we both hold up our ends of the deal, I’ll share the photos (good and bad) and recipe ideas.
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