-Deep breath- Does it ever seem to any of you that you just can not catch a break? As I said before I am the mother of four. My oldest, Emma, is four. Jeremy is two, Bree is 18 months and Brooke is almost 6 months. Very young and very busy. I expect difficult days; but my days seem to be getting harder and harder. I am never surprised when kids are kids. They will fall down and hurt themselves; they will have those precious moments of showing love. They will say something in front of someone that they shouldn’t. They will have amazing learning moments that will make me proud and I know they will fight over toys, make messes, cry about who will get mom. They will hit, bite, scratch, kick, throw food and spit.
Today, however, I am asking myself why do my kids have to do all that and times it by a million? Yes, I have a story. I always do.
A few days ago Emma Lee came darting out of her room into the laundry room screaming in the most terrified voice I think I have ever heard. “Mom” Emma screams “Bree has peanut butter and jelly dripping off her head”. Knowing what we all know about my precious little Jeremy I was on the war path, knowing that there was PB&J all over their room. I arrive at the doorway and quickly learn that there is no PB&J, but blood. Everywhere. Bree is crying, Jeremy is crying, Emma Lee is in a panic crying that that she loves Bree Annie and doesn’t want her to die. I got Bree to the bathroom while trying to calm Emma and reassure her that “Bree is going to be okay, I just need you to help Jeremy get his shoes on and then get your shoes on.” Emma acts quickly and is ready to get in the car. We get to the ER and have to wait for 2 hours—while she is bleeding. Yes, I still am mad I ended up using a few choice words with him that I now, of course, regret. He told us that she did not need any stitches just some, for all intents and purposes, Neosporin. I argued with him because I felt it needed at least one because of her “special” circumstance. It makes her a bit clumsy and always bumping into things, I knew that she was going to bust it back open… He refused. I left angry. She had a well baby check-up the next day and her pediatrician said that he agreed with me, but it was too late to put any in… so just watch it. By-the-way it is still bleeding a tiny bit. –sigh-
How this all happened. The three older kids were playing their room while I was busy… I got two stories. The first:
Bree was hitting Jeremy with a dinosaur and Jeremy got mad and tried to take away from her. They were both tugging on it and Bree tripped over Emma’s cash register and hit her head on the bed post. Sounded good to me; but then this other story, that makes a bit more sense to me, immerged. Bree was playing with a dinosaur that she found on the ground. Jeremy picked up the cash register and whacked Bree over the head with it. I am leaning to the second story because of where I found Bree in the room… not by the bed post, and the toy had the most blood on it… a bit of CSI work on part.
Jeremy told me he is angry with Bree. I think it is because he feels like she doesn’t get into trouble. Through his eyes that is probably true. Every child will require different discipline and a different kind of approach to each situation. But I feel like I am just running out of discipline ideas and approaches. I am just feeling very run down, thanks for listening to me vent. If you have any suggestions or ideas on the sibling interaction let me know!