Last night, QB was at the ballpark for work. The Present, Dimples and I were hanging out getting ready to enjoy a night of mommy and kiddo time. I got The Present all settled in our bed with a movie, and I went downstairs to get some water, get Dimples and head back up.
While I was downstairs I heard the loudest crash with breaking glass. As I was running up the stairs, I was shouting at The Present not to move, just to be still. What I saw when I got to him was lots of broken glass and blood. But where was the blood coming from? After a frantic search, I finally saw a big gash on the back of his leg. At that point the mother instinct kicked in.
For those of you who know me, you know I am bad with blood. I mean really bad. Just the thought of blood can make me light headed. So when I say the mother instinct kicked in, I mean it. Here I was, trying to look at a bloody gash on the back of my sons knee, and I didn't even feel woozy. The adrenaline had kicked in.
I called QB at the game and said "The Present cut his leg pretty bad, I think you are going to need to meet me at the ER." Then I called the neighbor, our good friends, and asked them to come help me survey the damage. The neighbors came over, agreed that an ER trip was in order, and offered to watch Dimples for me while I took The Present to the hospital.
I loaded up The Present, called QB to let him know we were on our way, and off we went. The QB made it to the hospital in record time, just as we were getting checked in actually. When the doctor got a look at the wound, she said stitches were in order. My first thought was "UGH! Stitches! Should I be in the room when they stitch him up or will I pass out?" Luckily that took care of itself when they gave The Present that great big shot they give you before they stick that other needle in you. He started crying, and I knew he needed his mama. I wasn't going anywhere.
Five stitches, and one purple popsicle later, we were ready to head back home.
Thank goodness for cell phones.
Thank goodness for great neighbors.
Thank goodness for super nice nurses from Boston.
Thank goodness my baby is okay.
While I was downstairs I heard the loudest crash with breaking glass. As I was running up the stairs, I was shouting at The Present not to move, just to be still. What I saw when I got to him was lots of broken glass and blood. But where was the blood coming from? After a frantic search, I finally saw a big gash on the back of his leg. At that point the mother instinct kicked in.
For those of you who know me, you know I am bad with blood. I mean really bad. Just the thought of blood can make me light headed. So when I say the mother instinct kicked in, I mean it. Here I was, trying to look at a bloody gash on the back of my sons knee, and I didn't even feel woozy. The adrenaline had kicked in.
I called QB at the game and said "The Present cut his leg pretty bad, I think you are going to need to meet me at the ER." Then I called the neighbor, our good friends, and asked them to come help me survey the damage. The neighbors came over, agreed that an ER trip was in order, and offered to watch Dimples for me while I took The Present to the hospital.
I loaded up The Present, called QB to let him know we were on our way, and off we went. The QB made it to the hospital in record time, just as we were getting checked in actually. When the doctor got a look at the wound, she said stitches were in order. My first thought was "UGH! Stitches! Should I be in the room when they stitch him up or will I pass out?" Luckily that took care of itself when they gave The Present that great big shot they give you before they stick that other needle in you. He started crying, and I knew he needed his mama. I wasn't going anywhere.
Five stitches, and one purple popsicle later, we were ready to head back home.
Thank goodness for cell phones.
Thank goodness for great neighbors.
Thank goodness for super nice nurses from Boston.
Thank goodness my baby is okay.
1 comment:
Amen.
And thank goodness he was jumping up and down the very next day like nothing had happened....
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