Wednesday, April 15, 2009

RAISING BOYS A.K.A. DODGING BULLETS {CARS}


my grandma dyer raised 4 wild indian boys who were about 9 minutes apart. the other day i asked my dad where grandma's journals were. he said that she didn't keep a journal; she didn't have time. i am sure her wisdom would be comforting for me right now...

the only reason i am writing this down is so that i don't forget it. the day that macrae enters the MTC i will feel huge relief..

macrae is still NOT BETTER. he seemed to be better a few days ago and then the unhappy, unsettled boy re-emerged. so back to the doctor we went. i LOVE going to the doctor with my three kids. isla is bored. rhett's carseat is cumbersome. and macrae HATES being touched, examined, and pricked. so we cram into that little room and wait. this time i brought lunches. i thought it would keep them occupied and at least they wouldn't be cranky and hungry.
i was right. macrae IS NOT HEALED. he has swollen glands, ear infection, and tonsils with white spots. awesome. but we made it out of there without too much trouble. it was leaving the building that i really wish to write down.

so, we open the door to the outside we were all intact. isla was leading the way to the car, i was carrying rhett and macrae was following us. i got to the car and macrae was still lingering in the courtyard. so i called to him. and he disappeared from my view so i put rhett on the ground and walked towards him. as i got closer to him he realized i was going after him and started to run into the street. i dropped my purse and started to run so he started to run as fast as he could. a stranger emerged from the building and tried (unsuccessfully) to get to him before he reached the street. i ran into the street without even looking. luckily, he can't keep up with his own feet and he fell in the middle of the turning lane. i scooped him up and hugged him and noticed that traffic going both ways was stopped.

of course we sat down and had a little talk. i mean, the guy doesn't talk.. i talked. he looked stunned and was very quiet while i talked to him. (normally when he's in trouble he won't look at me.) i put him in the car and went to find my purse. i couldn't stop myself from crying. a stranger (who had obvisously seen the whole thing) asked me if i was okay. and then another stranger approached my car (while i continued to drop black tears) and told me she had seen the entire episode and tried to offer condolences. yeah, i was comforted by that.






i took the kids to the park and lamented to my friends for a couple of hours. then when macrae was taking his nap i fell into the lovesac for a couple of hours. just replaying it in my mind makes my eyes water.
brandon brought me home flowers as if to say "thanks for saving my son" or maybe "i'm sorry being a mom is so hard" or probably "i love you." cute husband.

9 comments:

Erin said...

What a nightmare! So sorry that happened. It really is amazing these wild boys make it on missions! The flowers were nice, probably to say, "sorry you have to raise a mini Brandon." :)

Rachel said...

Oh, what a little stinker. Being a mom is tough sometimes.

Nadia said...

Oh, the doctor's office is bad enough (I bring crayons and stickers and let my kids decorate the paper covering the exam table), but moving three kids in and out of the car is impossible. Nothing makes me feel more incapable of parenthood than trying to get from my car into my house in the afternoon, with a baby who insists on walking herself, a three year old who is running in every direction but towards the door, all while I'm carrying 800 bags, and have to go to the bathroom. Aren't Moms amazing!

alexismunoadyer said...

i love you and i'm so glad you're all safe.

You are the best and that is so cute of Brandon! What a sweetie!

alexismunoadyer said...

grandma dyer probably tripped him in the turning lane... hahaha

Kimberly said...

Oh my! I am sorry that you had to go thru such an ordeal. Thankfully everyone is safe and sound. So sweet that Brandon brought you flowers.

Molly W. said...

Oh friend, I'm so sorry! Being a mom is hard. I'm so glad everyone is ok. xo

Veronique said...

Sorry about that. I can understand Eliza has done that. I took her, Jacob and Monique to the tot lot a couple of weeks ago and I was at the other end of the park with Monique when suddenly I look over to where Eliza was and realized she was heading towards the gate. So I got up, leaving Monique sitting in her lonesome, Jacob playing and RAN to stop her but before I got there she had opened the gate and ran out of the gate and down the street. I chased her but she justed looked back and started running faster. Another woman was coming down the sidewalk and I yelled "STOP HER"! Anyways I finally stopped her as she was in the middle of the street next to the park. When I caught her three moms who had just been standing in the park watching started clapping, right was I putting on a show?! I was so embarresed. Needless to say I left and cried all the way home thinking what am I doing having another child I can't even take care of the three I have. That was very sweet of Brandon to bring home flowers.

DubyDubyDo said...

As a mother of 3 boys all 9 minutes apart myself, let me say...it only gets better baby!!!
Crap-got to go. 1 son is hanging from the tree while the other two yell 'JUMP moms not looking and its not that high'