As if Sunday wasn't enough adventure for us, we just got back from the Emergency Room for yet another accident. Seville fell and cut her wrist open pretty badly this evening, so we had to go get her stitched up. She spent most of her time in the hospital entertaining the staff - a 15 month old and a "waiting room" seriously do not mix well, especially for the lengths of wait-time required in an emergency room visit. So we got to know all the nurses, where the stickers were, how all the toys worked, which hallways led to where, etc.Though she was, by all accounts, an amazingly calm and tolerant baby for most stuff, the "procedure" was nevertheless one of the most horrid things I've ever had to do - holding her still like that while they stitched her arm. I really don't want to say more about it, because I hate thinking about it. But, once again, she's fine now. She has a new "bracelet" (which you can see in the hospital pic here) and just wanted to go outside in the rain and "smell" (a.k.a. blow through her nose near) all the flowers ("fla") on our street when she got home.
It's a good thing she doesn't really know to be afraid, because she's basically fine after both Sunday and today. I, on the other hand, constantly feel like I want to throw up. Does this get easier with subsequent children/accidents?
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Skye's good at bringing out the drama in a situation, bless her heart. I'll confess that the unconscious-head-bonk episode from the other day was every bit as dramatic as Skye suggested. This, however, not so dramatic - at least not for me. I wasn't home when she fell and I didn't see all the blood, etc. But the hospital part was mostly just drudgery for me. Goodness - three hours? For a couple of stitches? An x-ray? You really want an x-ray to see if there is any glass in the wound? C'mon.
Seville was in perfectly good spirits when I got to the hospital and didn't seem as if she had any awareness of the fact that her wrist was injured. She just wanted to run around and play the whole time. The stitching part was not fun for her, but I think it was much harder on Skye than it was on Seville. Skye has such a sweet tender love for Seville that she could hardly bear allowing the doctor to do his job. Seville is lucky to have such a caring mother.
I, on the other hand, felt a sense of pride that my daughter was so tough and courageous as I watched the doctor stitch her up. Everyone at the hospital was impressed by how well she handled everything. Seville really really didn't like having to be held still, but she showed no fear during the procedure. And within a couple of short minutes after they were done, she was running around and having fun like nothing had ever happened. She really is a tough little girl. I was proud of her. And proud of mommy too - I know it was hard for Skye.
Love getting both parents' perspective on this.
But to answer your question, Skye, no, it doesn't get any easier. We've been fortunate enough not to have made any ER visits yet (I'm sure they are coming) (when my big boy sliced his hand over Christmas we were lucky enough to have it stitched at my sister's ped's office), but still, every time I hear that thump, pause, wail, the bottom of my stomach drops out. Or if one of them is just not acting right, etc., I feel a little sick to my stomach until everyone's all better.
So yeah, today we're heading to the doc because the big boy scratched his eyeball. As a bonus, the toddler literally fell off the toilet and landed on his nose.
Wow.....2 scary things in a matter of days. It makes me wonder how we've never had anything like that happen......especially with Dallin.
I can't believe that! But, I love the fact that she dealt with it just fine and was ready for more of that flower sniffing...
I remember when I was in Kindergarten I had a seizure. My mom has epilepsy, so they were terrified that I also had it. Many tests lead up to a CT scan w/contrast (needle), and I thought it was all pretty cool even though I was afraid of the needle. My dad, on the other hand, was a total wreck - he doesn't like talking about it even more than 20 years later. I think it's harder on parents.
sometimes i do wish i was a guy... and could see things from Jared's perspective... I know i'm gonna be a totally crazed mom, i know how reckless kids are now, how they throw their bodies from every height and just test everything out with their heads and hands... I want my kids to just sit in a chair and be safe for their whole lives... no not a chair, too high... lay flat on the carpet...only slightly joking.
I'm sooo scared!!!!!!!
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