Once upon a time, while driving to the grocery store, a husband and wife had a conversation:

Me: Hey, I was just thinking, any chance you want to try again?  I just realized I’ll be 35 next year, which means our chances of a successful pregnancy will drastically drop in approximately 10 months.

 

Mr. MPB: Ummm….we have a chance at a successful pregnancy?

 

Me:  Well, no.  Not really.  Just that our chances will drop even more in about 10 months.

 

Mr. MPB: Why are we talking about this?

 

Me:  Well, before I turn 35 we have time for probably 2 more pregnancies/losses, maybe even 3, knowing us.  And we both know that at 35 problems with infertility and pregnancy complications increase, so I figure we have 10 months to try with only our existing problems.  Basically, if there is any chance we are going to try again, we should be trying before I turn 35 and our already horrible chances drop even further.  I figure the responsible thing to do is to make sure you don’t want to try again?

 

Mr. MPB:  That a definite no.

 

Me:  Good.  Neither do I. I am really just done with going through more losses.

 

Mr. MPB:  Oh by the way, you’ll be 35 in 9 months, not 10.

Needless to say, recurrent pregnancy loss changed us.  So much so that now these conversations are cavalier and almost sadistically humours.

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The Mystery Injury

So, little MPB has a swollen eye.  At first we thought maybe it was the start of pink eye.  But then when he woke up the next morning and it was completely bruised, not pink.  In fact, the white of his eyes looks completely white and the bruising is all around the eye. So we have determined that this is essentially his first black eye.

As someone who has not had many (if any?) black eyes in my life, I have to admit that it looks unbelievably painful.  I have to admit, I’m really not a fan of my little boy being hurt.  And I’m especially not a fan of him having a black eye!!  But he doesn’t seem bothered by it.  In fact, I don’t think he even knows his eye is hurt.

But, the real problem is that we have absolutely no idea how he hurt himself?  It’s a complete mystery to us.

We called daycare and questioned them – they have no record of him falling or bumping himself (and considering the daycare case has given us incident reports in the past to notify us of his tumbles, we do think they’d tell us).

Both Mr. MPB and I are sure we never saw him fall.

So, how the heck does my little boy have a black eye?!

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I wont lie, we did have a serious discussion about, what if it’s not pink eye and not from a toddler stumble?  What if he has something in his eye that’s causing the problem?  After our discussion we decided that it’s really just a black eye, which is likely due to our toddler not toddling so well (which is still a very common occurrence).  And so after initially over reacting we decided against another very likely unnecessary eye related trip to the emergency room.  But, I wont lie, there was a legitimate discussion about a trip to the doctor/emergency room.

Interestingly Mr. MPB is more upset about the mystery nature of this injury then I am.  I’m taking the approach that he’s a little boy and even if we are in the same room with him there are moments we take our eyes off of him, so these things can happen.  And really, these things are bound to happen and thankfully its not worse.

So, once we talked ourselves out of a trip to the doctor and we watched Little MPB for over an hour to see that he really doesn’t seem to know he’s hurt, we decided to proceed with our normal day.  We took Little MPB to Daycare and had the Daycare manager confirm that she doesn’t think it’s pink eye (we would not have dropped him off, nor would they have accepted him if he had suspected pink eye).  Daycare has promised to call for me to pick him up if he acts weird or his eye looks worse.

And so, Little MPB is now happily playing with his friends.  Mr. MPB is at work.  And I’m supposed to be working…..blogging counts as working, right?

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