So this weekend seemed to be going along ok, and the boys were even getting along quite well. I had managed to get the 2 younger ones to sit down for a haircut. Usually my 2 year old screams and throws a fit so much so that we can't take him anywhere to get a haircut and I end up doing it. My 4 year old Dustin will pretty much sit there and deal with it. So will the oldest, Brendan, 8. But he'll talk your ear off and move around a bit too much at times too!
We had started to get dinner rolling, me trying to help & hubby pretty much doing it all :o) I have had upper back and neck problems this week which has made it impossible to do some things and very painful to do others. Hubby has been a real prince by helping me catch up on the laundry & chores I couldn't get to. I managed to clean both bathrooms and made my lower back scream. Hence my inability to be the chef last night.
The kids had gone out back to play, and I kept checking out the window to see what they were up to. I couldn't see them, and figured they were just out of sight playing around the corner. I decided I would sit for a bit and then go out & start the sprinkler to water and check on them. Not even a minute after I sat down I heard my oldest son screaming bloody murder!! I thought something was wrong with him by the way he was screaming and crying. He's quite a dramatic child and tends to blow things way out of proportion though so it was difficult to gauge what was wrong until I heard him saying that Dustin was hurt bad as I was trying to run (more like hobble) into the kitchen. Devin(hubby) was already out the door and over to Dustin and scooped him up and came running in the house shouting 'we're going to the hospital'.
I had just managed to get to the door when he came in (that's how slow 8 months preggo can move, damn pelvis & hip problems!!). I saw he was bleeding so I grabbed a kitchen towel and plopped down on the floor with Dustin. Poor baby was crying and visibly upset. I couldn't see what had happened except for his left leg was bleeding below the knee. I wrapped the towel around his wound and tied it off to stop the bleeding, which really wasn't gushing that badly. As I'm doing this Hubby is frantically trying to get the other 2 kids in the car and gather all our cell phones, my purse etc and is obviously freaking out. So I got up to Dustin's nose and calmly told him he was going to be ok, that we were going to the emergency room at the hospital and explained that they would clean the owie, give him a shot to make it feel better and probably stitch it back together. Other kids may have become more upset over this. Dustin isn't most kids. He calmed down and finally sat down with me so I could hold the towel better. After a few minutes I pulled the towel off to inspect the damage and found a 2-3 inch gash that was about an inch deep. I'm sure a lot of mother's would have lost it at that point but not me. Instead I got a closer look to see just how deep it went. Devin feared it was to the bone. I assured him it was only the tissue and nothing else.
Once he got everyone and everything in the car Devin came back to us asking what I needed. I asked him for a non-stick first aid pad and something to hold it on. He came back with the pad & dug out the ace bandage for me. I wrapped his cut up tight and had daddy carry him to the car while I got my shoes on and grabbed the tums. After all, I am 8 months pregnant with no dinner in my belly! The snack I had just churned up acid, the reflux...anyway you get the point! So we raced across town to the ER & had my mother in law meet us there to take the other 2 boys with her. They wouldn't have sat there and dealt with this and we knew it.
They got Dustin back pretty quick considering it was really busy. The room had a little Tv so he got to sit back & watch cartoons. The Nurse Practitioner came in and inspected the wound. She was pleased with how well we wrapped it up. She then put a numbing gel solution into it and covered it with gauze. She asked my husband if he was ok and if he needed anything because he was terribly pale. That scared me a bit. I told him to speak up if he's feeling shitty as I couldn't peel him off the floor if he passed out! He said he was ok....but man was he pale! About 45 minutes to and hour later she came back and cleaned up the wound a bit. She had another nurse sit on the bed and lean over Dustin so he couldn't watch what was going on. She injected the local anesthetic, which even with the numbing gel proved to be painful at times and he only cried once for a brief moment. Once that was over he was ok. She left the room for about 10-20 minutes (slammed with patients, poor woman!) and came back to clean it out. She showed my son the syringe that would spray the saline solution into the owie & wash it out. He thought this was pretty funny actually! He got to watch her clean it out and he got to look at the owie better since it wasn't full of gauze, blood or anything else. Typical boy, he wasn't too worried about it, though it was quite a big gash and had opened up and out with swelling, making it look much worse that it was. She confirmed it was only tissue damage and nothing more. That seemed to calm daddy down. He had taken a walk to call grandma and check on the boys prior to this and I think that helped too. He ended up with 8 stitches in total. We finally rolled out of the ER at 10:30 last night. We picked up the boys at grandma's house, got Mc'Donalds for dinner per Dustin's request and headed home. The boys didn't get to bed till almost midnight. We didn't get to sleep until almost 1 am. By the time we got everything cleaned up from our dinner prep and the drive through dinner it was late...ugh
Anyway, today he is a lot better and other than the occasional comment about his sore leg and his retelling of events at the ER you can't tell anythings wrong with him. He'll limp off and on when it gets achy. But daddy ran to the store this morning and got him some Tylenol and new large band aid pads to redress his wound. Tomorrow is he pediatrician appointment for a wound check. They'll probably prescribe more antibiotics for him since he did get hurt on a dirty rusty old wheel barrow. Note to self: Get rid of the wheel barrow!!
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