I don’t consider myself to be the type who is easily overwhelmed. Richard might say otherwise but he doesn’t know some of the people I do. But yesterday the reality of three hit me, and I panicked.
Richard was home, but in the shower and I was feeding Miriam. When Eli was a baby and Cameron needed my attention during a feeding I could usually talk him through it until I was physically available. But yesterday as pandemonium broke out between Cameron and Eli in the bathroom while I was nursing I realized this was a new ball game. I tried shouting into the bathroom but that was useless so I just listened helplessly while the battle unfolded. That was when it hit me. But then it got worse.
The bathroom issue resolved itself and the boys came out into the living room. That is where the scissors come into the story. We have a Christmas countdown chain and I told Cameron he could get his pre-school “safety scissors” out of his backpack for Eli to cut a chain. Thereafter a fight over the scissors ensued, right in front of me. Snip and blood.
Eli cut off the tip of Cameron’s thumb and I have no photo because 1. It was gruesome, and 2. It was always too covered in blood to see anything. Cameron hates blood and he became hysterical. Eli felt terrible and he became hysterical. Miriam’s breakfast was interrupted and she became hysterical. I realized I am now the mother of three needy children and I became hysterical.
I’ll cut out the details of the next four hours. Here is a summary. A lot of wrapping and unwrapping of the wound by various nurses and doctors, and each time the red stuff appeared it was a fit of hysterics by Cameron. On top of Cameron’s medical needs were Miriam’s medical needs and after some blood work of her own it was decided she has jaundice and needs to spend 24/7 with a biliblanket.
It was an exhausting day during an already exhausting time for me. But now that it is behind me I can feel gratitude again for my three children, in spite of the new insensity level parenthood has reached for Richard and me.