Back in January, we had a little, um, incident. Bubby and one of the pillars in our living room got in a fight. Let's just say, the pillar won. He was spinning around, got dizzy and fell head first into the corner of the pillar in our living room. yikes. blood. everywhere. not pretty. We freaked out, took him to ER, the doc put a little super glue on it and sent us on our merry way.
Notice his 'war wound'
Now........fast forward 8 months. August 4th to be exact. Yesterday. Came home from church, brought my nephews home with us, they were going to spend the night and we had some fun stuff planned for today. We were home all of 5 minutes, when we heard a crash, a wail - followed by screams from Sissy, and a "I'm sorry sissy.....I'm sorry!" come from the Bubbs. Jer and I were still downstairs. Jer had just gotten Baby Girl out of her car seat - that's how little we'd been home! So we started heading upstairs. Jer was in front of me, holding Baby Girl. We really weren't in much of a hurry - Sis cries many times throughout the day - so this was nothing uncommon. When he got to the top of the stairs, I heard him cry out "Oh my Lord!" in a shocked and panicky voice.
I must tell you - my blood ran ice cold. I was picturing the worst. There's not a whole lot to make my husband freak out, so when I heard him cry out, I knew it was bad. I just froze. When he got to the top of the stairs, Sis had met him there and had her hands covering her face, and pulled her hands down, and I guess there was just blood all over her face, running all over, and her hands were filled with her blood. Jer quickly took her in the bathroom and got a wet rag and proceeded to try to stop the bleeding so he could see what we were dealing with.
I have to say, I was
freaking out at this point. I don't handle blood at all and was basically running in circles upstairs trying to figure out what to do. Do we call 911? Do we call my parents? Did she cut her face open? Is she going to die?!? Seriously, these were the thoughts running thru my head. And now, looking back on it, it's still not exactly "funny", but it is almost humorous, how I was reacting. I was yelling at Jer "what do I do? what do I do?" I tried to figure out from the other 3 kids what had happened. I didn't get too far there. Supposedly it was an accident, and Bubby 'fell' onto Sis and she fell in to the door jamb in his room. They were just playing and he did not do it on purpose, sources say.
Jer told me we would need to take her in, it looked like she would need stitches, or at the very least some glue. And it was taking a good 10 min before it quit gushing blood. So I ran around the house, yelling at the kids "GET IN THE VAN - NOW! WE ARE GOING TO THE HOSPITAL! EVERYBODY! SHOES ON AND IN THE VAN.....NOW!!!!" I went back upstairs and Jer was asking if we really wanted to go walking in to the ER with 5 kids in tow. Ok, so I decided to call my parents. They could come over and watch the kids.
I was scared, out of my mind, but I wanted to be with my baby girl. But I didn't want to go by myself. But I couldn't just leave the other kids. You can see my dilemma.
So after a frantic, scared call to my mom, they were on their way. I ran back downstairs and opened the garage door (at which point Bubby and my 2 nephews were a little frightened and all buckled in the van) and yelled "EVERYBODY! OUT OF THE VAN! GET BACK INSIDE NOW!!!!" You can imagine their confusion. My 5 year old nephew Jonathan said "But why Aunt Sheila? I thought you told us to get in the van?" To which my reply was "I changed my mind! Go upstairs and everyone get their jammies on!"
I tell you what, I was just a basket case. I didn't know which direction I was going. I ran back upstairs, not knowing what to do next. It was somewhere around this point that Jonathan said "maybe we should pray for her?". I just love that kid. :-)
After praying, and somewhat stopping the gushing of blood, Jer carried her downstairs. And we waited for my parents. They arrived shortly after, and we took off. I drove. And my heart was still frantic and I was still somewhat of a mess. Glad there were no cops around. I'm just sayin'. :-)
After arriving, checking her in, realizing the situation is not nearly as serious as we first thought, I began to feel bad for having my parents come out at 10:00 at night, to stay with the kids. We were told it would probably be about a 2 hour wait. yikes. Gotta love emergency rooms. So Jer decided to drive me and Baby Girl home, so I could get all the kids to bed and relieve my parents. He quickly took us home, and came back to wait. During which time, he finally got it to stop oozing blood long enough to get a good look at it - and of course snap a pic on his phone.
This was around 10:30 I believe. Sissy was getting so tired by this point, and ended up falling asleep on Jer in the waiting room. Finally they called them back at about 12:30 (yup......about 2 hrs later!!!! *sheesh*). Here she is lying back in the room, waiting on the doctor.
The doctor came, saw it, said he could glue it together. They had to wake her up, he opened up the wound (which Jer said looked pretty deep, maybe 1/2 an inch or so) and he cleaned it out and disinfected it, then put some glue on it, a bandage, and sent them on their way. My poor baby girl was sure a trooper though. She did great. She was exhausted, but did great.
So.....needless to say, our plans for today had changed (we were originally going to take them to a place with huge slides and inflateables where the kids could bounce and play). We didn't want Sis's bandage to come off, or her to get hit in the head or it to start bleeding again. So we took the kids bowling instead. Something a little less active and crazy. The kids were bummed at first, but I think they all ended up having a fun time. (and the biggest kicker for Sis is, the doctor said
'no swimming for at least 7 days' and to avoid much sunlight - to wear a hat.) How can he even ask this of a very active 5 year old, right before her last week of summer vacation?! She was crushed. We'll just have to make up for it later I guess. When it comes to my kids - better safe than sorry.
So that was our excitement (hopefully for awhile). I am praying for a less exciting, maybe even
boring weekend coming up. :-) Oh, and if you have time this weekend or next week, take a dip in the pool for Sissy, will ya?
A few more pics to follow.........
Ok, so I'm not "the best" mom in the world {no surprise there}.....my daughter has cavities. Not just one or two, mind you. A whole mouth full of 'em. She had her 6 month check up yesterday. I got a slight slap on the wrist (figuratively speaking) from the dentist. I shall no longer let Sis brush her teeth by herself. I shall from here on out, supervise all tooth brushing activities. I shall promise 
She was very excited (and I think a little nervous - but she would never admit it) about her first day.
She was excited and ready to go (and a little nervous too I think....though she would never admit it!) :-) We made it a family affair, and all walked down to her bus stop with her to see her off. 
Now.....the true test will be on Wednesday..........how will she do, being at school from 9am until 4 pm?! Better yet........how will mama do....? ;-) I see no tissues needed in my near future, but we shall see. :-)
She was awfully excited to see her new big kindergarten classroom, meet her teacher, sit at her new desk, and put her new supplies in her pencil box. Another "first milestone" we are about to cross with my little girl. Tears? Nah! Not yet at least. ;-) I don't see any tears in my near future, but I'll let ya know! lol. 
This was around 10:30 I believe. Sissy was getting so tired by this point, and ended up falling asleep on Jer in the waiting room. Finally they called them back at about 12:30 (yup......about 2 hrs later!!!! *sheesh*). Here she is lying back in the room, waiting on the doctor.
The doctor came, saw it, said he could glue it together. They had to wake her up, he opened up the wound (which Jer said looked pretty deep, maybe 1/2 an inch or so) and he cleaned it out and disinfected it, then put some glue on it, a bandage, and sent them on their way. My poor baby girl was sure a trooper though. She did great. She was exhausted, but did great.
So.....needless to say, our plans for today had changed (we were originally going to take them to a place with huge slides and inflateables where the kids could bounce and play). We didn't want Sis's bandage to come off, or her to get hit in the head or it to start bleeding again. So we took the kids bowling instead. Something a little less active and crazy. The kids were bummed at first, but I think they all ended up having a fun time. (and the biggest kicker for Sis is, the doctor said 'no swimming for at least 7 days' and to avoid much sunlight - to wear a hat.) How can he even ask this of a very active 5 year old, right before her last week of summer vacation?! She was crushed. We'll just have to make up for it later I guess. When it comes to my kids - better safe than sorry. 
