Protective Mothers

My life lately has been incredibly eventful but I will start with the most traumatic experience. Sunday was the first nice day that my little corner of the world has experienced in 6 weeks. It was sunny, over freezing pleasant day and I decided to take Meadow on a walk. About 1.5 miles into the walk I heard some people yelling at their dog. I turned around to see a male pit bull bearing down on Meadow. I immediately flew into action; I reached down and put my entire upper body over Meadow.

The pit bull impacted my face but Meadow was entirely shielded from the attack. I picked Meadow up and shouted at the pit bull. The pit bull took off in the direction of the people yelling at him. At that moment I just wanted to get my baby away from that dog so we took off in the other direction. About 2 blocks from the scene I thought “Wow my face really hurts.” A couple blocks later it hurt more; I checked for blood but didn’t see anything. When we finally arrived at home I looked in the mirror and flipped out. My entire right side of my face was bloody with 3 distinct claw marks. The area of my face that really hurt on the walk was blood free but red and possibly from his teeth, though I am not sure.

The scratches had broken the skin but they weren’t really that deep. I was pretty freaked out because I was certain that it would look terrible and the scratches started at my sun glasses and extended all the way down my neck. I wanted sympathy and TLC fast so I sent the following text message to various people. “I was just attacked by a pit bull while protecting Meadow and my face is messed up!”

Now as you might imagine the response was immediate and alarmed, I should have included that I was okay in the message and only my vanity was hurt. Today only one scratch is visible with my makeup on; the bruising is not nearly as bad as I thought it would be.