Graham Family Moments

A Trip To The Emergency Room

Ages:
Alhan: 10 months
Oliver: 5 years

Alyssa

“Alhan!” I crawled around the couch, hearing a giggle come from there.

The space was small. I couldn't get in but my baby did and he was crawling out the other side, not caring at all that I was calling him. I climbed over the couch, hoping to grab him once he came out but after a two minute wait, I peeked into the space again, worried he might've hurt himself.

“Baby?” I saw him turn to me and smile again.

As a gesture to come to me, I got down to the floor and stuck my hand out to him.

“Come here, darling, come to mama.” I cooed. His light brown eyes shined brighter and he twisted his small body to crawl in my direction.

He let out a string of giggles when I caught him and blew raspberries into his chubby tummy. He'd grown so much from the little baby I pushed out to a bigger baby who could just about walk.

He loved to explore and crawl into the tiniest of spaces and shove anything his grubby little hands could hold in his mouth. I knew it was normal with babies his age so I didn't complain much especially since he and I played more and I got to see his smile.

His favorite place to be was outside in our garden where he'd roll off the play mat, onto the grass which he'd pick up and attempt eating. He normally wouldn't succeed as I'd see and scold him, that didn't stop the boy from doing it again. In fact, if you weren't looking he'd be at it in the next ten minutes.

As all babies, he needed constant supervision especially at this stage where putting everything in his mouth is the norm.

I carried him to his play pen, throwing his favorite toys in. He laughed again, grabbing his favorite green and purple rattle. For the next few minutes, I enjoyed his giggles while I wrote on my laptop.

I haven't published any book yet as I wanted a little more time to really edit my work properly. It should be ready after a few days of work, I just have to hope the people like it enough.

Later, I decided to stop working for the day and make some lunch for Alhan and I. I picked him up and took him to the kitchen with me, strapping him into his high chair while I opened a jar of his favorite puree.

“Aahhhmm.” He grumbled, fighting against the seat straps.

The boy hated being in his high chair and I theorized that that it was because he couldn't crawl out of it and explore. At least in his play pen he had room to move around.

“Daaahhm!” He complained again while I got his spoon and took my rings off because he always found a way to get my fingers dirty while I fed him.

I placed the rings on the attached table and got a spoonful of the sweet potato puree to his mouth. He didn't take it immediately but after a few train noises, he was completely willing.

As expected, my hands were sticky when he was done so after wiping his face down, I went to wash them in the sink.

“Okay, Alhan, let's go lay…” I trailed off, noticing he had my engagement ring in his grasp. “No Alhan, give it back.”

There was a two second struggle to get it back and he burst into tears right after, banging his fists on the table. That made me look over for my wedding band which on the table as well.

It wasn't there.

I bent to search the floor and around the kitchen island but after a some time, I stopped.