Get the Ice!
One of the many many things I love about my job is the chance to meet and talk with doctors. I would have loved to become a doctor, but even the thought of blood makes me weak in the knees.
And so you can imagine that when my two very active little boys get hurt, especially if there’s blood involved, I tend to panic. My husband is a firefighter, and not much makes him excited or alarmed. So when our boys had their first bumps and bruises, my husband wasn’t impressed by my propensity to panic. I made the boys more upset by getting upset myself, and I had to find a way to get it under control.
I found a great solution! When someone has a bump or cut, my husband runs to them, and I run the other way–to the refrigerator to get ice. “I’ll get the ice” I yell on the way! This way, my husband has some time to figure out what’s going on, and I have some time to take a few deep breaths.