Jack and I both had the worst experience, ever, on New Years Eve . . . it consisted of screaming, crying, blood and an emergency room. We went to the Facchini's house to spend some quality time with the fam and so Jack could have some 'friend' time.
Adriana loves Jack and Jack loves Adriana.
Adriana, Sophie and Jack were in Adriana's room, Christine and I walked to the kitchen only for a moment before we heard a shrieking child. It was Jack. Adriana was digging on a high shelf in her closet to get some DVDs down to play for Jack. My little curious Jack crawled right up underneath her to watch. Unfortunately, a plastic drawing tablet fell from the shelf and although it didn't have a lot of substance, the corner of it landed perfectly on Jack's head.
Poor Adriana felt so bad. She already had him off the floor by the time we raced back to her room. There was so much dark red blood pouring out of his forehead. For once, I was too stunned to react. We got the bleeding to subside and saw that it was much more than a cut. Although it was not a long cut, it was a deep cut. Having no prior experience with serious cuts, Christine and I talked to a few people before deciding just to take him into the Emergency Room; to let the professionals decide how serious it was.
Good thing we did - because the poor fella needed three stitches.
Anxiety + Adrenaline + Fear + Guilt + Sadness + a Broken Heart does NOT = a functioning Steph.
The doctors 1st spoke of a staple, and the thought of a staple gun to my baby's forehead nearly made me pass out. I had to sit down. Thank goodness they opted for stitches. But I still had no idea what that meant. The doctors told Christine and I that Jack needed to be held down for the shots of Lidocaine and then he'd be given stitches. He then asked if I'd like to do it. "Do what? Me give him stitches? Of course not!" The doctor laughed ... and reworded it - would I like to hold him down?
Still no. Give me my child so I can comfort him after you inflict pain.
The next 5 minutes seemed like an hour. Christine and I clutched each other in the corner and I cried while Christine covered her mouth in horror. It was the most painful thing - to not be able to help your baby while he was screaming in pain. I could hardly catch my breath to tell him everything was going to be okay. But, the minute it was over - he stopped crying, clung to my neck and laid his head on my shoulder while Christine and I argued over who was going to pay my co-pay.
You know you have a special friendship when they stay with you at the hospital and support your family while they hurt - and then argue about money after it's all over.
Love you, Christine.
Adriana loves Jack and Jack loves Adriana.
Adriana, Sophie and Jack were in Adriana's room, Christine and I walked to the kitchen only for a moment before we heard a shrieking child. It was Jack. Adriana was digging on a high shelf in her closet to get some DVDs down to play for Jack. My little curious Jack crawled right up underneath her to watch. Unfortunately, a plastic drawing tablet fell from the shelf and although it didn't have a lot of substance, the corner of it landed perfectly on Jack's head.
Poor Adriana felt so bad. She already had him off the floor by the time we raced back to her room. There was so much dark red blood pouring out of his forehead. For once, I was too stunned to react. We got the bleeding to subside and saw that it was much more than a cut. Although it was not a long cut, it was a deep cut. Having no prior experience with serious cuts, Christine and I talked to a few people before deciding just to take him into the Emergency Room; to let the professionals decide how serious it was.
Good thing we did - because the poor fella needed three stitches.
Anxiety + Adrenaline + Fear + Guilt + Sadness + a Broken Heart does NOT = a functioning Steph.
The doctors 1st spoke of a staple, and the thought of a staple gun to my baby's forehead nearly made me pass out. I had to sit down. Thank goodness they opted for stitches. But I still had no idea what that meant. The doctors told Christine and I that Jack needed to be held down for the shots of Lidocaine and then he'd be given stitches. He then asked if I'd like to do it. "Do what? Me give him stitches? Of course not!" The doctor laughed ... and reworded it - would I like to hold him down?
Still no. Give me my child so I can comfort him after you inflict pain.
The next 5 minutes seemed like an hour. Christine and I clutched each other in the corner and I cried while Christine covered her mouth in horror. It was the most painful thing - to not be able to help your baby while he was screaming in pain. I could hardly catch my breath to tell him everything was going to be okay. But, the minute it was over - he stopped crying, clung to my neck and laid his head on my shoulder while Christine and I argued over who was going to pay my co-pay.
You know you have a special friendship when they stay with you at the hospital and support your family while they hurt - and then argue about money after it's all over.
Love you, Christine.
Fresh wound, after the bleeding slowed down.
Jack held a Laffy Taffy in his mouth the majority of the time in the ER. No biting, no sucking, just held it in his mouth.
A nasty mess for a 10 month old.
Doesn't seem to mind his new head gear too much.
3 stitches.
Smell ya later, 2009.We made it back to the house by 7:30pm, had some munchies and sat on the couch, exhausted. Christine slept through midnight while Pete and I watched the Redbull No Limits Jump in Vegas. Quite anti-climatic.
12:01, off to bed.
12:01, off to bed.
2 comments:
I said "oh" G said "that's sad!" Poor Jack!!! Poor A!! Wow! here's to as GREAT and SAFE 2010!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, Steph! We did the same scenerio this summer when Matthew hit is forehaed on the fireplace - 5 stitches. It is so hard to watch your child go through that. Keep breathing...and go get some Mederma.
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