Last night was the scariest night of my life so far as a parent. My son was on the floor playing with our dog, he was laying on top of him, and then he wasn't. It happened so quickly that I don't remember the details. I do remember the look on my son's face, red hot with tears. I remember grabbing the towel from the stove. And I remember my husband taking over so I could call 911. Our "senior" dog, our lazy lab, bit our son.My little boy, crying so hard he was hiccupping, was terrified and then suddenly so calm. He was excited because a fire truck was at our house, excited because he was getting to ride in an ambulance. His chief complaint? The driver was going too bumpy. Through his exam, IV, sedation and sutures he was remarkably calm.It wasn't until I had to leave the room that I realized I was calm too. I broke down when I knew my reaction wouldn't effect my child. And I have one of you to thank for that. Recently one of you posted about how as a parent you need to regulate your reaction to benefit your child. So thank you, whoever you are. Thank you for helping me be the parent my child needed me to be.Today my son is his almost normal self. He's tired, and he should be. But he's silly, and inquisitive, and playful. His face is swollen, and scabbed but he doesn't seem to be paying much attention to it. We're all drained but we're ok, and we're doing it all together.I can't end this without saying a huge thank you to the Emergency Department staff over at Boston Children's Hospital, I know you guys are out there. Working with children during times of duress is hard enough and here you all are doing it during a worldwide pandemic. You all were kind and responsive. You treated my kid like an actual person with bodily autonomy, helped him stay relaxed and gave him that cool twirly light thing. You guys rock. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/34TWKNL
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