I sat on my cherished corner of the couch, sipping my French pressed coffee, absorbed in the business I had delayed for nearly two weeks. I was soaking in the silence, like one soaks in the warm sunlight on summer’s day. It was the vibration that starled me first, then followed by the blarring of my obnoxious ringtone that shook me to reality. A number I did not recognize.
For a moment, I toyed with the idea of dismissing it to voicemail. At the last minute, I pressed “Accept” and my voiced cracked a forced, “HEEELLO!?”
“Is this Allison’s mom?” the voice chirped. Shit. I immediately discerned that this was the voice of the school nurse.
“Yes, it is,” I hesitantly breathed, through my exigent grimace that had formed about my face. My thoughts go to days earlier.
Five days earlier, Allison was promenading around the tiled edge of our sunken tub, when she slipped and toppled to the floor 2 feet below. We heard her cries echo throughout from the second floor and shriek to the first. The clamourous thud was next, followed by the whimpers and moans. Mr. Bear jumped to his feet, leaped to the staircase, taking two, three steps at a time, while I sat immobilized and incapacitated. I am a coward. I cannot move. I am powerless. I do not want to see what is wrong. I panicked.
I trailed behind Mr. Bear, assuring that he would be the first responder. There was no blood. There was no head injury. I whisper my thanks to God and Allie’s guardian angels and scooped up my big, little girl into my arms and attempted to soothe her hurts. She buried her face into the crook of my arm and sobbed her little, big girl sobs, as I cede my own sobs to console her. I felt vulnerable, exposed and buried my own face to hide my frailty—my cowardess. And that, I found reasons to swaddle a baby.
I took a deep breath and coaxed, “Are you okay? What were you doing?” not waiting for an answer, I wrapped her up in the bath towel and dried the water droplets before they rolled from shoulder to wrist.
Fortunately, while her back was sore for a couple days after, she was fine. We alternated between hot and cold compresses over the weekend, however, she was all right. She is a lucky little girl.
“Mrs. Lohr, this is Nurse xxxx, at Your_daughter’s_school. I have Allison—-” she informed.
Time froze for what felt like an eternity.
“Allison is fine. I just called to let you know that during lunch she fell from the monkey bars on the playground,” she continued.
I could feel my throat rise from my chest and the color drain from my face and rush to my limbs, making my hands feel heavy.
“She bumped her chin and bit her tongue. She is not bleeding badly, but she did bite it and it is bleeding a bit. She is ready to go back to class, so I am going to put her on. So, hold on…” she implored.
“Hiii, Mommy. I fell off the monkey bars” I could hear the tears welling up in her by the cracks in her voice and the tears began to flow in my own eyes. The sobs were coming quicker with each word she expelled.
“Hi, Baby! Are you okay? I heard what happened. I am going to be there to pick you up in about an hour or so. I love you, Sweet Pea! Are you going to be able to get back to class?” I blubbered, trying to regain my composure. I was trying to convince my voice to be strong and confident, although I was melting into a soppy mess on the floor. There it is again. My heart in my throat.
“Yeeess. I can, Mama. My chin and my tongue hurts and it was bleeding. It hurts really, really bad. (Indescernable whimpering)” she stammered, barely able to speak. Her voice was thick and breath heavy.
“I’ll be there in about an hour, Sweetheart. Can you be a great big girl and go back to class? Are you okay to go back to class?”
“Yes, Mommy, I can,” she whispered and handed the phone back to the nurse.
The nurse assured me that Allie was fine until she heard my voice. I could believe that, because I felt the same way when I heard Allie’s. When I arrived at the school afterschool, she rushed toward me as soon as she identified me in the sea of parents in front of the school.
“MOOOOOOMMMMMYYYY!” she screeched, running toward me with her tongue stuck out as she ran. and hugged me while her entire little, big girl being.
Her jaw hurts and she asked if I could “juice her dinner” because it hurts her jaw to chew. She shared with me that it was not so bad to be hurt because she received much attention. My only child. Always looking for the silverlining in every cloud.
There is quite a large gash on her tongue. She has spent most of her time with her tongue hung more than halfway out. It is difficult to understand her. She is going to survive from this injury and for that I am grateful. She has a bruise and a scab on her chin. I often reflect on a addage I heard years ago, “Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.” It is moments like these that I believe these worder to be no truer.
We got back from our trip to BlogHer and our Tour d’East Coast two weeks ago now. It was an exciting adventure and like any fabulous vacation, I am glad to be home, sweet home, savoring the memories. The BlogHer conference was a letdown this year; I am very disappointed to say. It was disorganized. It was chaotic. It was crowded. It was stressful.
1. They had over 5,000 attendees and that was way too many! The New York City Hilton was completely unprepared and unable to accommodate this many people. I was at BlogHer two years ago, with 2,000 less attendees and the cracks were beginning to show back then. Thankfully, we did not stay at the Hilton. I understand there was a 15 minute wait (and more) for the elevators during peak times. Yikes!
2. There was a stampede of pushing and shoving at the Martha Stewart lunch the first day. People were stuck on the escalators and could not get off. There were so many people on the upper level, where the food was served. It did not feel safe at all. I nearly had an anxiety attack and I was not the only one. I did not talk to anyone that had a different experience that day.
Here is the only surviving photo of the Martha Stewart luncheon. Somehow, I managed to delete every single, last photo from my DSLR camera before it backed up to the Cloud or my computer. EVERY ONE!
But, THANKFULLY, my friend Danielle of SimmWorks Family Blog saved the day and sent me some of her. I am totally appreciative! Thank you! Thank you!
Here is Martha tweeting about us. 🙂
3. At the Katie Couric luncheon the following day, I was looking for a place to sit, but every single table I went to sit down at, one person was “reserving” the nine other chairs at the table. I finally sat down and held my ground at an EMPTY chair. I was tired of caring if people had saved seats for people that had not bothered to plan ahead to get a seat before I got there. I think saving a seat for one or two people is fine. More than two people? That really is unfair. This particular person I have been following on Twitter for some time now and she is a lovely, genuine, sweet person. I think the crowds brought out the worst in a lot of people. It was tense. Once her friends arrived, however, I felt like we left on good terms. (By the way, I still think this person is a very lovely person!)
I am maybe ten feet away from Katie Couric. I thought she was great! She has some serious arm muscles too! Man!
4. The expo was so disjointed. Rooms with brands here. Rooms with brands there. It was completely different from last year. It was difficult to locate the brands I wanted to connect with. There was not a flow. Also, from what I understand, there was some bad behavior from other bloggers that completely had some brands totally turned off. I found that some of the brands were a little more willing to give away swag than to discuss relationships. Last year seemed a lot easier to make connections.
1. I got to hang out with some of my very favorite people and meet some new friends along the way! It was wonderful to spend time with some of my friends I had met years ago and we get to see each other once a year at the conference.
2. I went to a lot of really fun parties with a lot of fabulous people. It was so much fun! I have to blog about the Harley Davidson party, the Land’s End party, the California Dreaming party and The Odd Life of Timothy Green premiere that Allie and Mr. Bear went to. There were so many incredible experiences, they all deserve their own post!
3. New York City was fantastic, as always! The city was bustling and full of energy all day and night. It was awesome to go to the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island, just the three of us. Mr. Bear and Allie spent the two days I was at the conference roaming around the city. They went to a tour of the NBC studio, to the Empire State Building, to the Natural History Museum and wandered aimlessly through Central Park. Allie had a blast playing on the playground, while Mr. Bear had a leisure chat with the other dads with their kiddos. The last day in New York, we took in a Broadway show together. I have always wanted to do this! Mary Poppins was a great show. I have so many posts to write! We had a blast.
4. This was the first time Allie was in New York City with us, outside the womb. (See my post about this!) It was exciting to be in Times Square with her. She was so in awe of everything going on around her.
Allie and Crystal—This is the bear she convinced Mr. Bear she MUST have because all of her stuffed animals were at home. In her defense, Crystal went everywhere we did.
My little girl is growing up so fast. It is hard to believe that she is in the second grade. This year was already much different than last year. Allie laid out her clothes for today, completely down to the socks. She was so excited about her first day back to school. Her best friend, Owen, is in her class and she is over the moon about it!
Last year was a year of much growth in so many ways. She is doing so well in school and got Student of the Month right before the school year was over. She is a smart little girl. She is well-liked by peers and teachers. She is so very thoughtful and loving. She cares deeply about her family and is always asking when she will be able to see different family members again. She has the best sense of humor and keeps everyone laughing. She thinks big and has lots of questions I have to look up the answers to. She keeps us on our toes.
I have received more than a few requests from readers to share more Allie photos and stories. I promise not to disappoint. She really is a wonderful little child, so full of life. To know her, definitely is to love her.
Here are a few photos from this morning. The sun was blinding this morning, so there are a lot of shadows (and the photographer was off her game—ME!).
Blurry, but really captures my little girl’s personality. Love that girl!
Thursday was quite a day for little Allison Kate! She had to opportunity to be in a back-to-school fashion show on Fox channel 5, here in San Diego. We had to arrive early—well, 7:30—which is extremely early since we have been on summer break! The back-to-school fashion show segment did not air until 8:30. I had no trouble getting my little fashionista up bright and early. She was so excited!
When we arrived, we were lead back to the green room, which was something of organized chaos. There was hair, make-up, and outfit coordination going on everywhere. It seemed like there were so many kids, but I think there were only 15-20. Allison was given these cute gold skinny jeans and she was absolutely in love with them. Can you see it in the look in her face? LOVE!
She felt so good about herself! Here she is striking a pose:
After her outfit was carefully coordinated, they sent us out to the lobby to wait for the hair and make-up. While we were waiting, Congressman Brian Billbray came through the lobby and said hello to all of us waiting. I thought it was pretty cool, because it is not everyday you get to be on television the same day as your congressman!
It was not long before they came out to get us. Allie hopped up in the chair, sat much more still than she does when I do her hair, then was primped and fussed over.
There were lots of smiles
…and lots of contemplation
After hair, make-up, and wardrobe, we were sent outside to prepare for the filming. There were so many pieces that had to be in place. There were so many people running around. It seemed like they would never pull off the show. Evidently, it was just another day on the set and everything came together!
The back lot is not as glamorous as I thought it would be, but somehow they were able to make it look good.
Here are the news anchors and the fashion designer getting ready for the segment.
The cameras were everywhere!
Allie was carefully listening to direction and waited patiently until it was her turn.
Here she is strutting her stuff:
She really was a natural! This was a chance of a lifetime for Allison. She had such a blast!
Here is part one of the segment. Allison comes in about 5 minutes, 30 seconds or about 1 minute, 15 seconds before the end:
There is not much on part two, but here is that segment: