Twinning: I Did Everything You’re Not Supposed To Do When Your Kid Hurts Themselves

parenting classHaving twins can be the most amazing experience of your life. It can also cause you to wake up in the morning wishing you were someone else. Twinning offers an honest depiction of life with twins from a mom who tries to keep things somewhere in the middle.

I come from a family of worriers so naturally once my twins Allie and Nick were born, I signed up for a “Pediatric Emergency” class so I’d be ready for anything. It was an excellent class led by an experienced ER doctor. He told us all the things you should do if your kid gets hurt, like expect a lot of blood from facial injuries and don’t panic because the large quantity of blood makes it look worse than it seems. He told us that kids take their cues from us, so definitely try not to look panicked when they get hurt or your kid will freak.

Sadly enough when my twins were two years old, I forgot everything from that class in an instant.

There was a whole litany of great advice in this parenting class, such as when to call the pediatrician and when to go to the ER, how to babyproof your home, and why you should never let your kid play on a trampoline (ER visit-magnet).  I was so worried that I wouldn’t remember all this stuff in an emergency, so I actually took notes.

Years later, I was in the kitchen and my twins were playing in the next room when I heard a hard “thump” sound, and then I heard my daughter start screaming. I knew something really bad had happened because my daughter usually didn’t cry if she took a tumble. I was immediately in the room and saw that Allie had hit her mouth on the coffee table, probably from jumping off the couch, where Nick was now standing, ready for takeoff.

One second Allie was screaming with her hands covering her mouth and the next second, blood was everywhere—covering her hands, her chin, all over her shirt and the floor. I grabbed her up and held her to me trying to soothe her a little before I took a look at what was bleeding.

I held Allie on my hip while I checked her chin, lips and teeth. When I looked in her mouth, I could see spaces where her front tooth and the one next to it had been. “She knocked her teeth out,” I thought with a sinking heart.

My little girl had only recently started looking like a little girl because her blond hair had grown down to her chin. She was so beautiful, so different from me as a kid with my ratty brown hair and brown eyes, that I was proud of her beauty. Now she was going to look like a jack-o-lantern for the next four or so years. It was shallow and vain of me to think this, but I admit that after “this must hurt like a mothereffer,” the gap-toothed smile was my second thought.

I calmed Allie down with Children’s Tylenol and an ice pop, but I couldn’t calm myself down. The blood wouldn’t stop, and the sight of my daughter’s bloody mouth and bruising chin made me cry every time I looked at her. I called my husband and he offered to come home early.

Having toddler twins often means that you’re never really able to focus on just one child. Nick gave me a firsthand look at the typical toddler’s level of compassion (none at all). He didn’t seem to know what the blood was, so he wasn’t scared of it and just wanted Allie to pipe down so I could get him a popsicle too. He started whining and clinging to my leg, which just made me cry more because of all the things I needed right then, a toddler with no grasp of the situation was not one of them.

At that moment I didn’t feel like their mother, who was intelligent and strong and who would do her best to keep them safe no matter what. I felt like a teenage babysitter, who didn’t even have the sense in her head to stop crying.

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  • Michelle

    You didn’t run out of your house screaming for help and demanding an ambulance while leaving your child to fend for themselves. So no, you did not do everything wrong. I work in health care and part of my daily routine is emergency care of athletic mishaps. You kept the situation calm and used your resources to get the proper care for your child.

    Considering how some of my athlete’s parents handle their injuries, I would love if more parents were like you.

    • Gloria Fallon

      Ha! Thank you, this makes me feel better. I guess it always “could be worse”! :)

  • Paul White

    Eh. Sounds like you handled it OK. Not perfect but OK.
    Teeth pushed back in the gums? OW OW OW OW.

    • SusannahJoy

      lol, I just typed a response and then noticed this, and yeah, this is pretty much exactly what I was going to say. I can’t believe teeth can get shoved back into the gums… That’s just soooo…. awful….

  • Joanmh

    Still makes me cringe to think about it!

    • Gloria Fallon

      So do I! Apparently it’s fairly common, but sometimes the teeth come back in black and have to be pulled anyway. We lucked out—they came in straight and white, and only recently fell out for the Tooth Fairy!

    • Nina

      I was actually going to ask that. My cousin hit her month on their coffee table and her teeth got knocked back into her gums and they came back in black

  • Katala

    Loved this post, Gloria. You depicted the sense of horror all parents experience in this situation exactly as I imagine it… I remember when I was a kid and going through my Mary Lou Retton phase, I did a back handspring into our coffee table. I remember the look of sheer panic on my dad’s face when the blood starting gushing from my head (especially since mom wasn’t home and he had no clue how to handle kid emergencies), and I still feel terrible for saying “where’s mom?” every five minutes during the entire drive to the ER, throughout the entire visit to the ER, and the entire ride home. My dad handled it like a champ, looking back I couldn’t have done that. Sounds to me like you handled the “teeth back into gums” situation pretty damn well too, considering! Kudos!