Tamp down your fear and don’t speed your daughter those many hours from the soccer tournament to the ER (you will end up waiting for over two hours to be seen anyway).
Don’t listen to the nurse you call on the drive, the one who tells you not to feed your daughter before she’s been seen by the doctor. It will be 11 p.m. before you get home. She will be starving and angry.
Clear your plate of work and don’t feel guilty when you have to postpone meetings and then postpone them again. Work shmurk.
Embrace the return to crafts and Legos and Play-Do. Didn’t you say they were growing up too fast?
Remember that though you are parenting as intensely as if you had a toddler, you really don’t, and you can leave her alone to go take a long shower. Do this every day.
Call on your own mother, who will come over and read aloud for hours at a time.
Don’t take anything your daughter says personally—unless it’s super sweet, and then bask in it, congratulating yourself on being such an incredible mother. (Don’t worry. This won’t go to your head. The feeling will last only a moment.)
Remind her that the emotional rollercoaster she’s on is just part of the concussion. She won’t be this way forever.
Make sure your other daughter doesn’t feel ignored. Bribe her and set up play dates and keep telling her how amazing she is.
Pick up your bass guitar every day, even if you have to sneak it onto the porch to practice. When you are alone in the house, amp that shit up and rock out. It will do you a world of good.
Be a fierce advocate, but back off when she insists she can communicate her needs to her teachers on her own. (Life lesson?Check.)
Download Audible. (30-day free trial!) She can listen to her English books on her phone. And since family movie nights are out, download Harry Potter and make a huge bowl of popcorn.
Do her physical therapy exercises with her. Because they are hard and probably good for you too.
And in two weeks or four weeks or six weeks—remember: patience!—when she finally steps onto the soccer field again, try not to cringe every time a ball or a defender or a shadow comes close to her.