worst father

Jordan - the wizard!
Jordan during happier times

that’s how i feel right now. while i was giving Jordan a bath yesterday evening, he had a bad fall. my reflex wasn’t fast enough to catch him from falling and hit the raised tile on floor (which separates the shower area and the rest of the bathroom).

when i pull him up, i was shocked to see a cut above his left eye, right at the end of his eyebrow! he was crying, blood was oozing out and my wife was screaming.

frantically i told my wife we’ve got to bring him to the clinic. we dressed him up quickly and were in the clinic in beverly hills in a few minutes. there was no one there and we went into the doc’s room straight away.


fortunately he didn’t need stitches but my heart ached as Jordan was crying when the doctor was cleaning his wounds. my wife couldn’t stop crying either. after cleaning the doc placed a bandage over the wound and we were done.

while waiting for the medicine (and bill) to come out, Jordan was his old-self again, walking around at the clinic and smiling at the nurses. since the incident happened i composed myself and didn’t panic, however after the doc had attended jordan and for me, the time was moving at the normal rate again, i felt everything was a bit calmer and suddenly tears started to fall down my cheek.

at least my wife was already calm too. she held my hand and asked Jordan to go near me, which he did. i hugged him and i felt pretty bad. quickly i wiped my tears away cuz the nurses was about to call (masi juga mo control macho).

after paying RM45, Jordan cheekily waved goodbye to the nurses (biasa la dia tu kalau sama ladies) and went home. Jordan is as active as ever but we are keeping a close watch on him because sometimes he wants to remove the dressing.

Well I should say I ruined the night for everyone. Actually we were getting ready for Jordan’s 2nd cousin’s fullmoon party. We even bought a new pair of clothes for Jordan to wear. My wife got dressed and had prepared Jordan’s meal for him to eat before we leave.

Because of the accident, we were already in bed by 9.15pm. Jordan was already tired, probably from the crying all the way from the bathroom to the clinic. I joined him in bed early too because i didn’t want to leave him and i was immersed in guilty waters.

And during our bedtime prayer with Jordan, my tears can’t stop flowing. If only he would stand closer to the wall. If only i was holding his hands all the time. If only i was a little bit more careful.

Today he looks like a little pirate at home - screaming and running around with a bandage over his eye. God bless him and I thank Him that the wound is not deep. I pray that he won’t have any permanent scars.

I am really sorry and i feel pretty bad. Why am I blogging this? Well I am not trying to get “not your fault” kind of comments to make me feel better.

Jordan is too young to get into conversations and i want him to know that i am sorry that his daddy didn’t do things more carefully. So, probably when he’s old enough to read and understand, i will ask him to read this and i hope he forgives me.

Jordan I love you. Sorry about last night. I promised to be more careful next time and I’ll buy you an extra present come this Nov when your 2nd bday is coming up! *muuaahhss*

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