Big clean up yesterday.
Nathan slipped while holding onto the glass door on our video cabinet
and the safety glass shattered. All over
everything. It scattered across our
entire TV room, over both couches, into the stuffed toys in their box, the
various bins of other toys.
Everywhere. Over an hour and a
half to clean up and that was with two of us working on it.
Unfortunately, we had to put the boys into locked rooms to
keep them from hurting themselves. I
just couldn’t get them to understand to stay out of the TV room. So I set up Nathan in our room with a DVD and
Alex in his room with some toys. Dave
came home early to help out, so he alternated between the two of them while
Shelby and I cleaned up.
Then, just to make things more complicated, Alex helped
himself to his bowl of green bean puree which had been sitting on one of the
tables. I was focused on cleaning up and
didn’t catch him in time. So then came
the worrying about whether or not he had eaten broken glass. I was wavering back and forth, telling myself
it was likely since I’d picked up glass off that table but then Alex is so
sensitive to texture that it seemed unlikely he’d eat something as solid as
glass. He wasn’t showing any symptoms,
no bleeding, no discomfort, usual activity level.
I ended up taking him to the hospital just to be safe. I knew it was likely to be a long boring wait
and a difficult process, but I also know I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t
and something happened. Luck was with us
and it looks like either Alex didn’t ingest any glass or the pieces were small
enough to be wrapped up in food and aren’t going to cause any trouble.
One of the other parents waiting asked if I was upset at
Nathan for breaking the door and causing all the trouble. I can honestly say I’m not angry with
him. Annoyed at myself for not paying
attention to him when I knew he liked to hang onto that door. Also annoyed at myself for not taking those
doors down. I’d thought about it several
weeks ago but never quite found the time to act on it. But I’m not angry at Nathan. He was playing and if I’d been paying closer
attention, it wouldn’t have happened.
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