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Sep 12, 201112:19 PMBaby Love

The Helicopter Mom

Sep 12, 2011 - 12:19 PM

There is such a fine line between being a passive mom and a helicopter mom.  It seems like the very moment that I start to relax, my kid gets hurt. Forcing me to teeter between helicopter mom and psycho mom.

Last week while tailgating before a football game, my 21-month-old fell and caught himself with his left arm. I didn't see it happen, but the scream that followed was one that makes mothers go immediately into crisis mode. The screaming subsided after a few minutes, but he was obviously in pain and not using the hurt arm at all. 

Luckily, my husband has learned that in these situations, I'm not open to any sort of compromise. I demand action; quick, direct action.

He found an EMT who called in for "back-up." Out of nowhere five more EMTs showed up. Even I knew that this was getting a little dramatic, but hey, I'll take it. The posse escorted us to the Nurses' Station in the stadium. They were as helpful as they could be, but not giving me the answers I wanted.

"I can't feel a break, but his arm is so chubby that it's hard to know for sure," the nurse said.

Ummm, That doesn't work for me.

Long story short.  Two hours in the e.r. and an unknown amount of hospital bills (I'm avoiding that for now) and it WASN'T broken. Just a sprain.

Although, that made me absolutely happy, I couldn't help but feel like I had completely overreacted.

Luckily, my husband has learned that in these situations, it's best to keep these types of comments to himself.

This is just an example of the many situations I have been in that have started making me question my sanity.  I seem to live in constant fear that something bad is going to happen to my child. It can be overwhelming and somewhat debilitating.

I'm even scaring other children. We were at LaFortune Park last week and my son fell down on one of the jungle gyms. In my rush to save him, I didn't notice the 3-year-old girl that was next to him. She looked at me and started screaming. A little later, her mother came up to me (holding the little girl) and said "see Kate, she's not trying to hurt you, she was just worried about her little boy."

Suddenly, it clicked that I had completely freaked this little girl out and saw myself as she did...a complete nut.

 

Sep 26, 2011 01:19 pm
 Posted by  honeybeemama

oh, friend, i can't help but chuckle reading this. it happens to the best of us. it's such a hard line to find isn't it? where is the balance? i don't know! at least you didn't go off on another person's kid at the play place in the mall. not that i know anyone who's done that, but the kid was clearly too big to be in the kiddie play place and deserved a piece of my...er...her mind!

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The first years of motherhood are the most educational years of your life.  Abby Rodgers shares the highs, the lows, the love and complete shock of being a new mom.  She'll write what she has learned and also seek advice from you about things she has yet to figure out.  Abby keeps it real with a little humor and a lot of love. 

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