She has been discussing the "fall" all day. Poor kid, I really freaked her out, but OMG the stuff she's saying is half cracking me up and half breaking my heart:
"Dad, remember when Mommy was dead in the kitchen and I cried?"
"Mom, be careful so you don't fall down! Carry that with your arms, not your boobs, okay?"
Post by daisyheadmaizie on Mar 9, 2013 20:54:38 GMT -5
I passed out in the middle of the grocery store when I was pregnant with DS. DD still talks about how mommy fell and then the firefighters came. Luckily, the firefighters were a fun distraction for her, so it was less scary. I felt so bad for scaring her.
Sue, I'm torn on that. Part of me (the part that's like "OKAY, I get it!") wants to stop talking about it, and the other part thinks she needs the reassurance. I might let it go today and tomorrow just go back to normal and see how she does. H has kind of been making me be in bed today, just in case. He's been feeding me and making me drink lots of fluids.
I feel fine, but I have been sleeping a lot because sleeping is awesome and I was up half the night.
I didn't, but I called. He said that I was probably dehydrated and could stand to drink some water. I need to do bloodwork anyway for my thyroid, so he's going to check some other stuff out while he's bleeding me on Monday.
Post by speckledfrog on Mar 9, 2013 21:09:40 GMT -5
I think repeating whatever reassurance you told her to begin in a nonchalant/upbeat way is the route I would go. I don't think you are the overly dramatic type, so I don't think talking about it (Oh, remember whatever you said the first time) when she brings it up won't scar her.
H and I are sticking to the story of "Mommy didn't feel good, and she tripped and fell." She said the dead thing and I was like "Oh, I wasn't dead! I just fell. Like when you fall on the playground. No biggie. I got right back up, remember?"
Poor kid. It was pretty traumatic for her so she might mention it for a while. DD still talks about a car accident we were in that was almost 4 years ago. Just keep reassuring her that you're ok
Not too long ago I sliced my foot bad on a loose threshold that had come up in our house. There was a huge pile of blood and I was holding our 3 day old. DH was upstairs and couldn't hear me yelling for him so I had to have DS run upstairs to get him. The cut looked so much worse than it was, and I kept reassuring DS that I was FINE - but he still talks about it frequently. Tells complete strangers that mommy cut her foot and blood was everywhere.