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Safety
by Michelle Donahue Hillison on October 7, 2008
Today my daughter and I went to lunch with a friend and her son. We took the kids to a park afterwards and it was then my child decided to test the limits of human aviation.
She went as high as she could on these park swings (mind you not backyard high, park high). Then she says this gem as she reaches the back swing arch's highest point:
Look Mommy, NO HANDS.
And then she slid out of the swing and smashed to the ground, landing on her shoulder and hip, with her arm pinned under her.
I ran over to her and she was howling in pain as much as she could because she'd had the wind knocked out of her. I carried her over to the bench, dusted her off and let her cry. I couldn't decide if I needed to go to the ER but she stopped crying, starting drinking my drink leftover from lunch and relaxed some.
Then she went back on the swing while I screamed every minute 'to keep both hands on the swing or so help me God, we'd leave right now' as she'd go one handed or flip her hands around. She finally got mad at me and sulked off to another part of the playground.
Amazingly, she is fine outside of some red patches and bumps - I think she'll ache some in the morning and I did give her a dose of kid's motrin. The advantages of being young and limber!
Of course, I'm nowhere near fine yet!
She went as high as she could on these park swings (mind you not backyard high, park high). Then she says this gem as she reaches the back swing arch's highest point:
Look Mommy, NO HANDS.
And then she slid out of the swing and smashed to the ground, landing on her shoulder and hip, with her arm pinned under her.
I ran over to her and she was howling in pain as much as she could because she'd had the wind knocked out of her. I carried her over to the bench, dusted her off and let her cry. I couldn't decide if I needed to go to the ER but she stopped crying, starting drinking my drink leftover from lunch and relaxed some.
Then she went back on the swing while I screamed every minute 'to keep both hands on the swing or so help me God, we'd leave right now' as she'd go one handed or flip her hands around. She finally got mad at me and sulked off to another part of the playground.
Amazingly, she is fine outside of some red patches and bumps - I think she'll ache some in the morning and I did give her a dose of kid's motrin. The advantages of being young and limber!
Of course, I'm nowhere near fine yet!
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Ajlouny
(01/06/09 9:31pm)
It does seem that the parent suffers deeper scars then the child does when they get hurt.
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