irst of all tonight just got DS (2.11YO) bathed and ready for bed, went to get him a cup of milk at 7.10pm and heard a huge thud and scream from livingroom ran back in and DS is lying with one of the dining chairs next to him he must have been climbing on it and fell.
So I pick him up check him over seems fine then I notice blood trckling down my arm and notice a big gash under his hair so go into a panic grab cold teatowel by this point DS has stopped crying and is asking me what's wrong because I was crying
I don't drive so panicking about how to get to hospital 3 miles away as no money in purse try phoning my mum and get no answer then luckily DP's mate phones and says right I'll send DP round to drive you to hospital so all fine get there she drops me at A&E doors and drives away (knowing I have no phone or money on me), 90 minutes later we are seen by doctor DS' head is glued back together and thankfully he seems fine but I am being quizzed
"Why were you out of the room"
"How long were you away"
"Do you leave him alone often"
"How did he get access to the chair"
"Is it normal for him to e left to his own devices in a room for more than 3 minutes"
By this point I am trying my hardest not to cry and could feel myself shrinking to the size of a thumbnail whilst DS is floating about happily playing with a fire engine.
So anyway after a while I guess they were satisfied I did not beat my childthey were like all is fine keep an eye bla bla bla, I get out and think right will have to ask receptionist if I can use the phone she says no there is a pay phone there is only 20p I told her I rushed out the house never grabbed my purse again she says no so off I go walking along with poor DS split head, in PJ's but luckily with shoes and big jacket on he's so heavy and was happily walking along but again I was embarressed and felt like an awful mother dragging my child througfh the streets at 9pm on a 3 mile walk, it was still light and I carried him as muc as I could but he was perfectly happy walking infact he kept saying it was a treat to be out walking at night
Then of course walk past a shop and hear a gasp from a bunch of old ladies
"that's awful, only a druggie probably out her face poor child"
"you would think she'd atleast get a pram"
"little boy must be nackered"
then came the clincher when DS turned round to look at a car
"GASP oh my bloody god what on earth has she done to that childs head, bloody arsehole as if we don't see enough of child beaters on the news now we have it flaunting around the streets"
I would normally say something but at this tears were streaming down my face and I just turned round looked at them and DS smiled at them so I said does he look like an abused bloody child think before you speak you nasty old buggers.
I realise this probably made me look worse but the anger, humiliation and tiredness of the night just wore me down I feel awful dragging DS around but what else could I do?, he is in his bed sound asleep happy as larry and told me he loved me before bed so I know he does'nt hate me .
Sorry I just wanted to rant am just chilling now and had to vent.
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I felt like Britains worst parent tonight because of judgey arseholes :(
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mamadiva · 24/05/2009 23:56
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