Saturday, March 19, 2011
The Power of a Band-Aid
I hurt my back the other day. I was doing a pilates move I thought was kosher during pregnancy...apparently, it was not. It didn't hurt too badly at first...it was a minor annoyance more than anything else.
But last night we met some good friends for dinner at Station Tavern in South Park. (If you haven't been there...hello! Yummy, cheap food with an outdoor, gated play area for the kiddos. Think: drinking wine or beer while watching your kids engage in gravel-throwing, running and debauchery from a safe distance.)
When I took Marley to the bathroom for a potty break and lifted her onto the seat...OUCH! Whatever was wrong with my back got a LOT worse. I could barely walk out of the bathroom, and had to resort to a sideways, crab-like walk.
Whatever. I have an appointment with a chiropractor on Monday. Until then, I will survive!
Last night when I was putting Marley down to bed, she asked me why I couldn't lay down in her bed with her.
"Marley, Mommy's back hurts," I explained. "Mommy has an owie on her back."
Marley immediately ran to my side, stared at me intently with great concern.
"Mommy has an OWIE on her back?" Marley asked, clearly distressed by this information. "Where?"
"Right here." I showed her where the owie was, on my lower back on the left-hand side.
Marley pondered this for a moment. "Hmm," she said. "Mommy, you need a band-aid. You put a band-aid on your owie, and when you take it off, it will be MUCH better!"
She smiled triumphantly and kissed me on the cheek, so proud to cure my owie with this profound morsel of medically-sound information.
"Oh Marley, that's so sweet," I said. "Thanks for the great advice! Will any kind of band-aid work?"
Marley thought about this for a moment.
"No, Mommy," she said. "You should use a PRINCESS BANDAID."
Of course. :)