Tuesday, June 02, 2009

NiNe-oNe-oNe

So I was just thinking that I needed to write a post but that nothing exciting is going on when lo and behold, screams erupt from the basement from Tukey.

How to explain this one? He got the webbed part of his hand between his thumb and forefinger stuck in a toy gun piece where you cock it back. And he began screaming and screaming and I was holding the toy gun in place and trying not to move his hand while also trying to move the cocking part back without snagging his skin anymore.

I don't know where my mind was at but instead of calling any one of the capable fathers in my neighborhood, I call 911. Because isn't that what you do in an emergency, and clearly, this was an emergency ... I could not free the toy gun from his hand. He was sweating and screaming and crying and that's the decision I made.

I stayed on the phone with the dispatcher and kept saying, "What's taking them so long? I heard them but now I don't hear them." I would love to hear a replay of my 911 call like the show on the news later. "Manic Mommy's 9-1-1 Call, next on Extra!"

So, a firetruck, an ambulance AND a police officer all come. A slow day in the 'burbs. And the minute the fireman came in and looked at it, he was able to pull the cock back and free Tukey's hand.

I felt like a freaking idiot, and of course, all the neighbors had to come see what all the commotion was. My poor little Tukey.

I asked him what he wanted for dinner, and he said, "You're probably going to say no to this, but can we go to the pet store?"

WTF -- he thinks cuz he hurts his hand he now gets a puppy? COME ON!

No pets!

Aside from that little drama, and my husband's job loss, and his grandma dying, and me fearing that I had breast cancer last week, and my mom breaking her foot and needing surgery and a cast, things are good.

Mr. Manic has secured a consulting gig that he is THRILLED about (hence his absence during our trauma today -- he's in AZ). This consulting gig happens to be with a joint venture partner of his old company, and had they NOT effed him over and instead thought this out a little bit more thoroughly, they might have saved nine months of severance, but HA! We get that AND he's consulting with a year-long contract so ... so far, so good. We hope. It's something that he has been thinking about prior to the 'let go' so I'm happy with the outcome so far, and still believe everything happens for a reason.

Until something really shitty happens, then I won't think 'everything happens for a reason,' I will just think Dammit world, YOU SUCK!

19 comments:

Mommy Melee said...

Lady. My stomach literally hurts for you. HOW CRAPPY. I'd be crying all night. You're a tough woman.

MaNiC MoMMy™ said...

All I know is Tukey definitely gets to snuggle with me ALL NIGHT LONG TONIGHT!

Heidi said...

Hmmm....wondered what all the commotion was about. Glad to know Tukey is OK and able to go to school for their 1/3 day tomorrow...I can't even remotely consider it a 1/2 day. Are you bringing pool boys tomorrow?

WeaselMomma said...

Glad that you got new fodder for the day, even if you had to look like an idiot to do so.
Congrats on the gig.

MaBunny said...

Well Stephanie, you know the saying, what doesn't kill us, makes great blog fodder! hugs to Tukey!

morninglight mama said...

I would pay money to hear that 911 call, my bloggy friend!!

Glad that your guy is safe and toy-gun-free. :)

Michelle said...

You know those 911 operators are playing the tape of that call over and over today, right? Glad Tukey's now fine -- and that you didn't fall for the puppy ;)

Amanda said...

How embarrassing! Did you not want not curl up and die when every service save the coast guard showed up?? Chances are Tukey'll be dining out on that adventure for a while at school....glad he's OK.

GREAT news about Mr Manic's job!!

Love to your mum - sounds rough.

LisaSam said...

You crack me up. I've said it before but I think manic mom should start writing a memoir about her family life. It can start on the day manic dad calls about his layoff and then flashback to scenes from the early marriage etc.
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Bina said...

OH MY GOD! That is so freaking funny! I can just see and practically hear that child screaming, and then all those emergency crews showing up! LOL LOL LOL What did they say to you??? I HAVE to know!

You kill me Manic. I love your perspective and positive outlook on stuff. No wonder Swishy loves you so much!

Would-Be Bonus Mom said...

I have to admit, that's funny. But, hey, it makes a good story!! You'll be telling that one over your third glass of wine at family functions for years to come. :)

The Gang's Momma said...

LOL - poor Manic Mommy. Poor Tukey!

Reverse craziness: last year, Baby BlueEyes dropped a 15 lb. weight on his toe. And I kept thinking I should have called 911 . . . instead I relied on the hubby and the FIL to down play it and went to the pediatrician. Only to be sent "ASAP!" to the hospital. Can't win for losing with this mommy gig. :)

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Maureen Lipinski said...

That's hilarious! I'd laugh, but I totally would've done the same thing!

Kristin said...

I would have done the same thing. Hope Tukey is all better.

avasmommy said...

This is great! Love the 911 story. A redio station I listen to in the mornings plays silly 911 calls. A lady called because she was "locked in her car." The operator had to instruct her to pull the bottom up to free herself. It was the funniest thing I've ever heard, so have no fear...there are people out there who call 911 for much, much less.

By the way, I'm new to reading your blog but I'm diggin' it!

Dawn said...

Clearly you just wanted to see some firemen. I don't blame you.

anymommy said...

So much empathy here, I'm glad he's okay and I have to tell you that I'm so glad to have someone else out there who maybe pulled the 911 trigger a little early (lol, pun intended). I still think why didn't I call a neighbor the night my husband hit his head. It wasn't quite three fire truck worthy.

3carnations said...

Glad everything turned out okay. :-)