She wasn't crying, but kept saying there was blood everywhere. Mattox had fallen and hit his head on our horrible excuse for a coffee table in the living room. Turns out after 16 missed calls and many phone calls to the ER, she had stopped crying by the time I actually spoke with her!
I am the type of mom that doesn't take my kids to the doctor. They have to have a finger cut off for me to take them to the doctor. And not because the hubs is a doctor. Ok maybe a little. But the Emergency Room? Only time I've ever stepped foot there was after my wreck 10 years ago and I had no choice in the ambulance. I kept telling myself it couldn't be that big of a deal… I was in denial. Am I mad at the sitter? NOOOO! I had to tell her the story of how I once literally blew up the kitchen of a lady I was babysitting for. Had to call 911. Or maybe a neighbor called 911 because their apartment was on fire too. I was in shock so I don't remember the details. But I told her to think about how I felt when I had to call the mom and tell her everyone was ok - but her house wasn't. So I understood how bad she felt.
My mother-in-law picked him up to meet me at the hospital (as I was already right down the road from there). Upon hearing Devin on the phone and seeing this…. I STILL was not that worried about it. I figured we were all over-reacting and I was going to hate myself for allowing an ER visit when I start getting medical bills in the mail.
|Yeah it looks innocent enough.|
|Had to cover the IV up with a blanket so he would leave it alone.|
His hair was matted to the wound and completely covering it up. When our best friend, Dr. Harrison, pulled his hair back ---- we both cringed. UUUGGGGHHHH!!!
I've never seen a cut that bad. I'm sure Dr. Harrison has seen much worse. But it.was.deep! and gross.
and oh my goodness my stomach started feeling queasy. i got light-headed. i broke out in a sweat. mattox is fighting the meds and groaning. and why oh why isn't Matt here working today??? this mommy had to look away for a few minutes. and sit down before I passed out.
So proud of my big boy who did great. Even though they brought reinforcements to help hold him down, there wasn't a huge need for it. sedated, 4 stitches, and his Batman shirt came clean. Which was his only worry. The next day he is back to scaling the kitchen cabinets and jumping on furniture!
I am desperately trying to not feel guilty about not being there when it happened, but I do. I feel even more guilty that Merritt fell down some stairs today and busted her nose. All I can think is "there was once an old lady who lived in a shoe…she had so many kids she didn't know what to do…."
|"I am a total badass." OR "I got toe-up by a coffee table." OR "spiked hair is not a good look for me" |
and my favorite caption "……plotting his revenge……."
|The next day. Back to being Batman or Iron Man or Spiderman.|