Ouch!

DISCLAIMER: If you are in any way squeamish, do NOT read this post. Especially don't look at the pictures.

I almost hate to do this post. My poor little boy. And it's kinda my fault.

Let me start by reminding you of the Aesop Fable "The Boy Who Cried Wolf" That boy lives at our house (C). He hasn't learned how to "rate" his boo boos. They are all the same magnitude of wailing.

Sunday afternoon, C and K were in C's room playing. Somehow his curtain came "unattached" and was gaping. When C laid down for a nap, the sun was shining in his face. Here is where "my fault" comes in. I decided to put a 5 pound exercise weight on the shelf to hold the curtain in place.

Fast forward to later that afternoon, he was upstairs playing by himself. Daddy and I were downstairs watching TV. And we heard a crash and the wailing began. But this time it did sound a little different. So I started up the stairs to calm the wailer down. As I got to the bottom of the stairs, C started down the stairs with blood gushing. The weight had fallen off the shelf and landed right on C's face. When I saw the gashes on his face I knew we would be visiting the ER.

Daddy helped put pressure on them to slow the blood flow and I called friends (M & Green Socks) to come get K (so thankful for awesome friends like that!). Daddy and I got C in the car and headed out to the ER. On the way to the ER, C threw up 3 times--which elevated his "status" once we got to the ER. (Funny side note: I had nothing to catch "it" in except an old pull -up of K's and a pair of pants left in the car. Both went in the trash once we got there.)

Here is my very brave boy before stitches. This picture does not do the gashes justice. They were deep. He had a CAT scan and everything was fine. He has been fine ever since. The gashes were clean cuts and were able to be stitched together very well. He probably will have some scarring but mommy and Vitamin E are gonna see what we can do about that.

Because it was a head wound, the doctor ordered a CT scan. The machine kinda bothered C until he saw that I would be right there and he didn't have to go in the whole way. The stitches bothered him more because it felt strange. He said they hurt a little but not much. He was so brave through it all. He ended up with 2 stitches in his nose, 6 over one eye, and 7 over the other. (It took C quite awhile to add those up so I'll help you guys--that's a total of 15).Sorry if this post seems "ramble-y" This all happened Sunday around 4 pm. Monday night we had HORRIBLE storms here and spent about 45 minutes in the bathroom due to the tornado sirens. Plus the kids ended up sleeping in our bed two different times for a few hours each time. Needless to say, we got very little sleep. Then I had to babysit my 3 "extras" today. It has been quite the interesting 2 days.

All this to say, my little boy was so brave and is just fine. He gets the stitches out Friday. I love my little boy.

K's Boo Boo

Well, Sunday was a very interesting day for us. It started out with me remembering that it was anniversary Sunday which meant no breakfast at SS, which meant we needed to eat at home, which meant we were not going to make it to SS. So I made chocolate chip muffins and we all got to sit down together and eat breakfast. Another set back: when I went to get K up, she had peed through her diaper and all over her bed. So I stripped her down, threw her in the tub, stripped her bed down, and put all that in the washer. We finally made it to church around 10:15 or so.

We hadn't been to church 10 minutes, when K's SS teacher came in the back of the audotorium with K and motioned me to come over. When I got over, I saw a gash on K's nose. Her teacher said she had been standing on the lid of a toy box (why was the lid in there? And K knows better anyway) and slipped and fell and hit her nose on the ledge under the window. While we were talking, I was watching it swell up and K was very groggy and her eyes were getting heavy. I was worried about how hard she might have hit her head, so as a pre-caution we decided to take her to the ER. So Daddy went to get C and we loaded up the car.

We didn't have to wait long at all in the waiting room. They checked her vitals (temp, heart, etc) and then put us in a room. That's where we waited. The nurse came; then we waited. The receptionist came; then we waited. The nurse came back; then we waited. The doctor came; then we waited. The nurse came back; we waited. The doctor came back; then we waited. Finally the nurse came and sent us home. Actually, it wasn't that bad. We were only there about an hour and a half total. But with 2 small kids, in a small exam room, with nothing to do, and limited TV choices--it seemed much longer.

Anyway. Back to K's boo boo. She had no signs or symptoms of a head injury for which we were very thankful. They just told us to keep an eye on her and to wake her a few times that night. As for the cut, they glued it shut (what a neat invention, compared to the many stiches I had as a child). They said the glue should help minimize scarring but there would still probably be a small one. And they warned us that she would probably get black eyes. She did so good the entire time they looked, cleaned, glued, etc. The only time she fussed (not really even cried) was when they put the glue on. She said it stung. (So the dr blew on it to help it dry--HELLO! what's with medical people?---another long story).

We got out of there about 12:30 and went to lunch (McAllister's Deli) and then home to naps. We gave K some motrin before her nap; she said she had a headache. That night we checked on her twice, at 11 and 2:30 and then Daddy checked on her when his alarm went off around 6:30. Each time, she woke just enough to tell us "I love you." So sweet!

Since then, she has been fine. Her one eye is turning kinda purple (you can't really tell in the pix) and it was a little swollen Monday morning. Funny side note: Sunday night for prayers she prayed for her nose and knee to get better. Daddy and I were puzzled by the knee request. The next morning when I got her dressed, I noticed 2 big black and blue marks on her shin. I was so concerned with her face that I hadn't noticed them before.

So here are pictures of my "bruiser" I'm sure this is not our last trip to the ER.

The first pix was taken Sunday and the last was today. You can kinda see the purple under her one eye. Her eyes have been kinda weepy too. Plus she has a cold so her nose has been runny, so I'm constantly wiping it. Poor girl.

PS: Why won't blogger save my returns between paragraphs???? I've tried a bazillion times! I even tried putting 3 or 4 retruns in there. Frustrating!