Major Injury Report

My poor baby. Not Shelly. Archer. I got a call from Sue at work today that Archer was hurt. I told her to wait it out for a little while and see what happened and she called back in a half hour to say he was crying and unconsolable. I came home and took him to the emergency room and found that he had a scratched cornea. Pretty bad, actually. And as I was describing the problem to the nurse and giving my insurance information, I was crying a little because my son was crying and yelling that his eye hurt and there was nothing I could do to help. He's sleeping now, which is probably the best thing, since when he's awake he won't open his eyes at all. He's in really serious pain and I feel awful that I can't keep him comfortable. Isn't that my job his mom? Yes, but its also not something I can do all the time. The perils of childhood - your cousin will accidentally jab you in the eye when you're playing together. And the perils of parenthood - you can't keep them from pain, and you can't always fix the pain once it happens.