Comparing Boo-Boo's with Giving Birth-- Wrong Answer!

Yesterday- we had a rainstorm mixed with freezing ice. It looked like rain, it felt like rain-- but it froze like clear ice. As, my husband rushed around getting ready. I too, rushed around getting ready before the little monsters got up- before I was totally ready. Now, in the mist of my husband rushing, he was sure to awaken 3 out of 4. And I am still getting ready! All of a sudden, my 4 year old rushes up the stairs, "Daddy fell, Daddy fell."
Now, allow me to back up, it is not that I am unsympathetic towards my husbands aches and pains, it is that he tries to compare them with my births! He also, goes on and on to who ever will listen-- and even if you don't want to hear it-- You will! And the incident will get bigger and bigger the more times you hear it, and all I can do, is roll my eyes! Unless, he is telling his Mom! Then I still have a hard time feeling sorry for him. And, if you had something awful happen to you-- his is bigger! And as a matter of fact, JUST before the birth of each child-- something happened to HIM! And this was MY time, not his Boo-Boo time. The first child-- he cut his finger-- and hurt his back! So as I walked in labor-- he slept on the delivery bed. Birth #2-- (now this is the day I came home from the hospital)-- he decides to get the vomiting/poopy flu--- It was not my fault he sat on an infected toliet-- "How is your wife and new baby?"-- "Good, man do I feel awful-- my wife is healing fine as she cleans up after me, and my crap!" Birth #3-- as I come home from work-- not feeling so well and overdue!! My husband lie on the couch "Don't go into labor tonight, dear (always polite), I have an inner ear infection, dizzy to stand, pass out feeling and terrible head pain when I stand"--- Birth #4-- he gets the biggest, infected tunneling pimple on his butt! This had to be the best one-- I had to take him to the doctor-- (Please remember-- I am due anyday) and watch them slice & squeeze--then they have to show me how to PACK his butt so that it would not tunnel anymore! I have to do this for 1 1/2 weeks --- Also-- he was in too much pain to drive-- so I drove and I made sure I hit every bump, hole, and ditch that I could take the truck over-- him moaning in the passanger seat and holding his ---, butt! AND, as if there could be more to the story-- "He would ask people if they would like to see his bullet wound", now I wanted and felt like shooting him in the rear!! And he would compare it to giving birth!
So, now back to the fall--- As I ran down the steps, to see him sitting very ackwardly at the bottom holding his back-- I felt bad for a moment-- I think I felt more bad for me in thinking how long this was going to pan out, or is he really hurt and what isn't he going to be able to do because of his back......... He tells me he hurried out the door and fell down 3 steps! I looked out the window and there on the sidewalk was truely the outline of his butt, with two hand prints on each side! The poor man walked it off and went off to work--realizing no sympathy was going to be given, other- than "Are you Okay?" "Tylenol?" He went to work that morning with a wet butt, yes, you read correctly-- I think the girls at work give him more sympathy than I at home-- He wobbled down the steps, carefully stepping over his butt print, making sure he took one last look at the print before stepping into the truck. And away he went!
He came home later that day and said nothing! Until, we went to get into bed! He held his back-- and moaned getting into bed. "Is there a bruise?" I replied "Nope!" However, there was one as big as my hand, purple bruise! "Great," he said," it is probably going to be the type of boo-boo that waits awhile and gets super big, bright purple and lasts for a long time- to remind me of this morning!"
That you could probably compare that to, braxton hicks!
I should probably take sympathy classes, I used to laugh, and still do when he gets hurt. I don't know why I laugh-- maybe it is a nervous thing-- I am not sure of--I sometimes even laugh if something almost happened and I could see the whole thing in my head! I hear other people say the same thing-- so at least I know it is not only me!
But, my kids laughed the rest of the morning as we watched Daddy's butt print fill up with ice and then slowly melt away as the morning got warmer! And I never did get totally dressed and ready for the day-- PJ Day-- as my kids call it!