Why Being a Mother Is So Tough?

“Being a mother is learning about strengths you didn’t know you had and dealing with fears you didn’t know existed.” — Linda Wooten

The kids were, 1.5 and 4, respectively. We had a lunch without tantrums. I was happy that both kids had enjoyed the homemade fried rice. Then we sat in front of the TV.

They watched farm animal cartoons. I bloom scrolled. Noted down my thoughts. Finally, some relaxing time, a break from the endless chores, I thought.

They were excited, repeatedly naming the animals. A joyful family scene.

They were jumping on the sofa. I asked them once or twice to not jump, it's not safe. But who listens to warnings when they are having fun?

The next moment, I heard a thud. The toddler was on the floor; his head had hit the ground hard.

He couldn’t even cry for a moment. My spouse had gone to the dentist and grocery shopping in our only car.

I panicked as I rushed to check on him.

Great! The weekend bliss vaporized into stress.

I comforted him, but my own frustration was crossing the brim. Why must a mother not be able to stretch her legs even once? Why must she be tested always?

It was Memorial Day weekend. People were traveling to exotic places. Can’t we even have a peaceful staycation at own home?

I made a warm milk bottle for the boy and put him to bed. He was sobbing and having hiccups. He was shocked with the unexpected mechanical stress.

The brain is the most important part of our body. I read that a skull injury and the buildup of blood can put pressure on a child’s brain, causing headache, confusion, or seizures. A bad head injury or concussion can damage sensitive parts of the brain, affecting breathing, walking, speech, vision, learning, memory, and so much more.

I’m not supposed to put a helmet on a toddler at home, but the risk of concussion is real. I hoped this 1–2 foot will not be dangerous.

But the weight on my shoulders, as a mother of two small kids, felt heavier.

It’s easy to say, “Take him to the hospital and emergency room,” but in this paycheck-to-paycheck living era, that’s a rude suggestion. Don't you think?

I am highly educated and make barely $10 a day by writing, and I will pay $200 for this fall evaluation! That will be cruel. Sorry, I have better things to do with that hard-earned money.

I decided to keep an eye on him and hoped, his little body will cope with it. have not I read, how sometimes hurricanes lift the babies from their cribs and put softly on the ground behind a corn patch. Babies are mighty resilient, they say. Their bones are flexible unlike chalk crumbly bones of older people.

He is a toddler and can’t even tell me his problems. But he didn’t vomit, drank his milk, and slept.

When he woke up, his body was hot and he was a bit fussy. I am not surprised. His system was in shock. Mechanical injuries can also inflame the body and make it hot like a fever. But he clung to me and even said sorry for his carelessness. He took a gummy and watched his iPad. So, he should be fine.

He was fine.

“Having a two-year-old is like having a blender that you don’t have the top for.” — Jerry Seinfeld

Keep an extra eye on your small children, fellow mothers.

There is no room for mistake in this critical task. Right>

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