So here is my story.... (and yes, I am sticking to it). There I was minding my own business!!!! HAHAHAHA. If you believe that then I do have you all fooled!!! Seriously, it is Spring Break here and, of course, Mother Nature has decided that winter needs to return to the Antelope Valley. We are not able to play outside. Instead kids are underfoot all day long. The kids have turned into little arguing ,tattletalling, mischievous monsters that run all over the house and jump on the furniture all day long. (I wish someone would return my little angels!) On this particular day I was ready for an early retirement but had decided I would settle for an early bedtime.
I was putting the finishing touches on the kitchen while kids were putting the finishing touches on their bath routines. Bless Jayson's little heart... he offered to help. I had some trash that needed to go out to the garage so off he went. Next thing I know he comes running in without his pj shirt on screaming, "I don't want stitches, I don't want stitches." Nathan is hot on his trail and crying because he knows his twin is hurt. From where I am standing it does not look so bad, nothing a little super glue and a kiss can't fix. However, when he got closer I suddenly realized this was an "owie" that no amount of super glue could fix and I was going to have to venture to the ER!!!
I had just talked to Jay and knew he would not be home until 9 and it was 6:30. What to do? Luckily, I have the best uncle in the whole wide world and he came to my rescue again. I swear I do not know what I would do without him here. He dropped everything and rushed over as I wrapped the wound and tried without any luck to get ahold of Jay. (For the record, the emergency contact number for him should not have an answering machine!!!) Oh well, off we go. I have learned from experience that you cannot go to Urgent Care if you need stitches and I hate the ER because my experiences are usually no good. (actually they would qualify as downright horrifying) We arrive at the ER and get checked in.
Unfortunately, I had done a top rate bangaging job to our battle wound and given him some tylenol so we arrived calm and quiet. (For the record if you want to be seen quickly you should be dripping blood and pinch your kid so he is screaming when you arrive. HAHA.) Finally at 8:15 they take us back to triage. They proceed to ask him what happened...... blah, blah , blah. The nurse is looking at me like I am the stupidest mother on the planet and why would I waste her time with this...... Then she unwrapped my bandage and we started bleeding all over the place. We were immediately taken to a room. But then once the bleeding started it scared poor Jayson and they had a hard time stopping it again. So a little panic set in for him.
The doctor (who has triplets that are turning 2 this week, all boys, I wish him luck:>), came in and explained what had to happen. Jayson is laying on his stomach with crocodile tears streaming down his face and saying, "I was just trying to help!" Oh my heart broke in half. I would have given anything to have been able to trade places with him. I held his hand and rubbed his back. 3.5 hours and 7 stitches later we are on our way home. We arrive to no daddy home yet and kids all waiting to make sure Jayson is okay. Finally at 11:15 they are in bed! My wish for an early bedtime will have to wait for another night!
We did learn a valuable lesson on this Tuesday night. When Jayson took the trash to the garage he put it down on the concrete floor. The glass spaghetti jar that was on the bottom broke as it made contact with the floor. When he got the lid to the big blue garbage bin open and tossed the bag into the container it cut through is pj's and skin.
So the moral of the story...... Recycle Glass!!!! Always an adventure and never a dull moment. But I wouldn't trade it for anything!!!
1 comment:
Poor kid!! (mama too) I'm glad all is well and he's got some awesome battle scars to boot.
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