And then the phone rang. It was my husband’s cell phone, which I found odd because he had left not fifteen minutes before on his bike, headed to work. I had a feeling he wasn’t calling to chat. And I was right.
He had crashed the bike, hurting himself pretty badly, and needed me to come and get him. I shoved all the lunch makings into the fridge, slapped the kids’ shoes on, and ran to the car. I’m not one who excels in emergencies. Calm is not a word that people would associate with me. But, I had to keep things in perspective. This could have been much, MUCH worse. He didn’t get hit by a car or run over, which could have easily happened. He wasn’t bleeding on the side of the road or anything traumatizing like that. But, he broke his wrist and was in a lot of pain.
After several hours at doctor’s offices, it was clear that he needed surgery the next night involving metal plates and screws in his arm. I didn’t have much time to react to all of this information, which was probably just as well. More time to think = more likelihood that I will panic and invent things to worry about. Long story short – he is healing and recuperating and will be just fine. The only thing to worry about now is the next time he decides to go on a bike ride.
At the end of this week, my little boy, who is four, will have a dermoid cyst removed from the side of his face. It has been there ever since he was a baby, but the docs wanted to wait until he was a bit older to remove it. I don’t even notice that it’s there anymore, but there is no other way to get rid of it other than surgery. Trust me, I asked. I’ve been dreading this day ever since we learned that this little bump by his temple is a cyst. I can feel the panic setting in.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve met the surgeon on more than one occasion and he inspires confidence. The staff at Children’s Hospital in Seattle is awesome. I also appreciate the fact that having a cyst removed is a small procedure compared to some of the surgeries they do. The first time my son and I visited the doc, we saw children without hair and a set of conjoined twins. It was eye opening. I am grateful that we are just having a cyst removed. But, it still makes me nervous and scared and wishing that I could have the surgery done to me instead of him. I don’t want him to have a little scar on his adorable face. I don’t want him to be under anesthesia. I don’t want him to be scared.
In these kinds of situations, I suppose the best thing you can do is keep things in perspective. Looking at the big picture, I will be relieved when it is over and done with. I won’t have to worry about him getting the cyst bumped or infected (as can happen). Maybe people will stop asking us if he hit his head on something.
The most refreshing thing of all, though, is a comment my son made in the car one day. He said, “Well, Mommy, it won’t hurt because when they take out my bump I will be asleep!”
I think I’ll just stick with that line of reasoning.
How do you stay calm in tough situations??