Well I was going to change one of the letters in the title but I figure I might offend the majority of people so I went the PC route. This is a very true statement as I have seen a perfect example with my own girls….Circa 03/26/2019 @ ~1500! Let me break it down for you.
Milana came running in the house about that time saying Bella had been injured and was crying. Bella (aka Diablo) is probably the toughest of the three girls. While she still cries, she will shrug some stuff off with an “I’m Okay!”. She dusts herself off and back in the action. In fact, she is my little fighter. Diablo will actually take swings with some ferocity. I could see her future occupation as the next Bruce Lee, Good Fella or just general enforcer. My brother actually gave her a new name due to the way she carries herself and her deep voice – Lenny (Story for a different day). She will definitely be the one that could bring the beat down….so Jussie Smollet better be on the lookout from Lenny!
Hearing that she is crying is somewhat concerning due to her little badass attitude. Mary tells Milana that “daddy is the medic” and I need to go and check it out. Anywho…I started walking down the street to find her close to her baby stroller and she was crying. I asked her what had happened. She struggled to get it out between tears that she was running behind her stroller to catch up to her sister and ended up falling on the ground. My super medic skills kicked in her and I started doing a rapid trauma assessment (no not really). I was looking for the serious stuff; I’m thinking that maybe a bone is sticking out of her skin….possibly an amputation of a finger or a leg. NOT EVEN CLOSE!
Of course after finding the above pictured injury to be the issue for her, I let out a chuckle. Bella’s injury just showed me how much my job has jaded me to injuries. While she thought it was the end of the world. Diablo realized that I was not falling for her nonsense and I was immediately pushed followed with a grunt showing her disgust for my level of attention. The funny thing was that she did it with her “injured” hand….Obviously not so injured little one. She then demanded a band-aid which again made me chuckle and I told her she was not going to get that (yes I know I probably could have just fixed it by putting a damn band aid on it but why waste one on that). Again, I laughed and got another push. I told her we could go clean it out in the sink. The tears continued as we walked inside. Of course at this point, she realized that I was not going to get her a band aid. So now mommy was the focus of the drama.
Mary is well aware of the girls antics when it comes to injuries. She looked at it as well only to come to the same conclusion – wash it out and no band aid. Bella was not too happy about this level of service. I probably should have taken her up to the hospital and had it checked out….at least that would have been acceptable by her. As you can imagine, trying to wash it out sounding like Mary was dunking her into a vat of hydrochloric acid. Ugh another wuss!
Sometimes my attitude towards the girls’ injuries has backfired. Truth be told….I know this will shock most of you…but I have been wrong. Case in point was when Mia decided to do some good ole fashioned log rolling in the ditch in front of our house. To make a long story short….she came in the house screaming about the pain. After talking about what she did….I hit the bullshit button. Essentially, I told her to rub some dirt on it and move on. Figured at worst she might have just pulled a muscle with the most likely being a case of drama central.
WELL….after several days continuing to complain of pain, I decided to take her up to Sherman to have it looked it. Soooooo….I can be wrong…sometimes. She had a hairline fracture of her clavicle. Guess no Dad of the Year Award for me.
Like I said…I was wrong in this case but in most cases parents overreact to the injuries that occur to their kids. In the line of work that I am in….I see it everyday. People calling for emergency services for everything from a tummy ache to having a scrape on a knee from a bicycle fall. When I was a kid, I fell down many times. I had plenty of tummy aches, fevers, bloody noses, knees, etc. My parents NEVER called for an ambulance to get checked out. I would be embarrassed to call for them since I know many of the people that would respond to my house. Bottom line: A little TLC for you drama queens and kings can go a long way and will end this cycle of WUSSIFICATION!