I received a call yesterday that makes every mother's heard drop. I was at work, and noticed on the caller id that it was daycare calling (that's never good). It was Bryn's teacher, and she immediately blurted out, "I'm not trying to scare you, but Brynlee has been in an little accident".
Now, why people think that prefacing a statement with, "I'm not trying to scare you, but . . ." is going to calm you down, because in saying it, all they manage to do is scare you. It defeats the purpose. The moment I heard it, my heart started racing and my blood pressure rose to within dangerous levels. I was envisioning that my sweet little girl had been in some disfiguring accident, and would never be the same.
She did continue with the story, that Bryn and a little boy had bumped heads, and that her lip is split and may need a stitch to close it. It didn't sound too life-threatening - the visions of her with a limb dangling off subsided. Still, I decided to drive over and take a look. And I was grateful to only be 6 blocks away.
When I got there, Bryn wasn't even crying and the bleeding had already stopped. Clearly she was going to be just fine. She did have blood all over her shirt and pants - a fact she was very proud of. She showed me the "owie" on her lip, which was hugely swollen and purple. Then she proudly showed me the blood all over her clothes. She was proud of her ordeal - my girls are nothing if not tough.
I did a quick assessment, and determined that she was going to ok. I helped her change out of her bloody clothes, and held some ice on her face for a few minutes. She wanted to get up and play, so I left and went back to work, grateful that she had nothing more than a fat lip.