*camera has been found...sorry it is so blurry, but I think you get the jist. By the way, all the redish/pinkish stuff is blood. Eek!I need to find my camera, so I can share the awful pictures with you. Nothing like starting the day off with a good old "mommy heartattack". We did that yesterday, my sweet girl and I. And 36 hours later, every time I think of it I squirm! First, if you recall, way back in the day (like last year) we went through a period of time when there were no chairs in our kitchen. Because someone (Alex) was frequently found using them as ladders and climbing on anything she could. The kitchen table, no problem. The counter, you bet. The stove, well why the h#ll not?!?! It was my sincere hope that she would out grown such things and for the most part she has. FOR THE MOST PART. Yesterday morning, we got Nathan off to school and headed upstairs to get dressed and ready. Okay, get me dressed and ready. She was dressed, but needed her little rats nest to be flattened. I needed the full package. Anyhoooooo, we march upstairs, me with a load of clean sheets under one arm. I threw them on the bed and started to fold. She headed through the little door way into my bathroom. I honestly thought nothing of it. She is in there all the time. So she started asking me about some hair gel. I told her no, and to get down. I knew she had to climb to get it, but figured she had a stool or something. No real thought went into it at that moment. Not 30 seconds later, I heard the thud and knew she had fallen. No worries, daily occurrence for her and I. I picked her up and asked her where it hurt, and cradled the back of her head in my hand while I laid her sweet head on my shoulder to tell her she would be okay. It was then that I realized my hand was wet. And it should not have been. I pulled my hand away from her head to find it covered in blood. Not just blood but my kid's blood. I grabbed a towel and held it to her head. And my brain went into over-drive. First thought....must get bra on. Cannot go to any form of doctor bra-less. Funny how our minds work. Second thought.....we have new insurance and I have no freaking clue which insta-care is covered! Sonofabitch!!!! luckily my next thought was that our pediatrician WAS covered and was likely closer than any insta-care anyway. I set her down, had her hold the towel to her head, stripped of my jammies while dialing the phone (hello, I am the queen of memorizing numbers thank heavens!) and spoke to the poor receptionist waaaayyyy to fast. It went something like this.....
me: HimynameisJoeymydaughterisapatientofdoctorsoandsoandshejustfellandhitthebackofherhead
anditisbleedingandyouareascloseasanyinstacre. (breathe)canIbringhertoyou?
poor receptionist:
okay, now what happened? and what is her name?
me:
shefellandhitherheadanditisreallybleeding. (breathe) Alexandra
poor receptionist:
your doctor doesn't have anything right now, can you see a different provider?
me:
YES, SHE IS BLEEDING! I DON'T CARE WHO SHE SEES!
poor receptionist:
how soon can you be here?
me:
five minutes. I just need to put pants on (because she needed to know that?!?!?)
keep in mind that during that phone call, I put on a bra and a t-shirt and calmed down my kid, no wonder I only breathed twice! So I threw poor Lex into her car seat, towel behind her poor head, and off we went (FLEW) to the doctor's office. Of course this is the one day they decide to have traffic on the major road by my house down to one lane and no left turn at the light the Dr's office. So as I muttered many four letter words to the poor street workers (under my breath with the window up) I flipped a u-turn half a block later and got princess parking at the Dr's office. Go me! We ran in the door, signed the "treat me, I will pay you form" and filled out the injury report form and were in a room in less then two minutes. Then the party really got started. First we had to irrigate the wound. So for all you keeping score, we have a scared, injured 2 year old and we are now going to hold her down and shoot water at her ouchie. Not going to go over well. And in fact, it did not. But I did manage to hold her down and sure enough, there was a gaping inch and a half long split down the back of her head. We both knew right away, that as I had suspected, we were going to have to close that sucker. And for better or worse, the Dr said staples were easier, faster and less painful. All of those were good enough for me. So I tried to hold her down, we ended up needing a nurse to hold her head while I pretty much laid on her legs and arms to keep her some kind of still. Jabbed her a few times to numb things up (ya for lidocaine), stapled her HEAD four times and we were done. Okay, that is not completely true. We have, by far, one of the best doctor's offices in existence and they did check her out fully. Including to see if she had bit her tongue (never occurred to me) and make sure she did not have a concussion. We were both pretty sure she didn't. And then, we were released with an appointment for the day after Thanksgiving to have her STAPLES REMOVED FROM HER HEAD!!! Wholly crap! So as I am breathing deeply and sighing relief on the way home I hear a voice from the backseat say....Mommy, I still want apples. So screw it, I turn into the grocery store, march in, with my uncombed hair and unbrushed teeth, and buy the poor kid some apples. The rest of the day was long. She got cranky and finally feel asleep in her car seat on the way home from school. And she woke from her nap about 5 levels past cranky. But she will be good as new, in 9 days. When they take the STAPLES OUT OF HER HEAD! Really I am surprised it took her this long, Nathan had stitches 3 times by the time he was 2. But I was never alone with him when he go hurt (witnesses are good!). I would like to NOT do this again. And, I am pretty sure I am going to make Greg take her to get the damn staples out! Sheesh!
me: HimynameisJoeymydaughterisapatientofdoctorsoandsoandshejustfellandhitthebackofherhead
anditisbleedingandyouareascloseasanyinstacre. (breathe)canIbringhertoyou?
poor receptionist:
okay, now what happened? and what is her name?
me:
shefellandhitherheadanditisreallybleeding. (breathe) Alexandra
poor receptionist:
your doctor doesn't have anything right now, can you see a different provider?
me:
YES, SHE IS BLEEDING! I DON'T CARE WHO SHE SEES!
poor receptionist:
how soon can you be here?
me:
five minutes. I just need to put pants on (because she needed to know that?!?!?)
keep in mind that during that phone call, I put on a bra and a t-shirt and calmed down my kid, no wonder I only breathed twice! So I threw poor Lex into her car seat, towel behind her poor head, and off we went (FLEW) to the doctor's office. Of course this is the one day they decide to have traffic on the major road by my house down to one lane and no left turn at the light the Dr's office. So as I muttered many four letter words to the poor street workers (under my breath with the window up) I flipped a u-turn half a block later and got princess parking at the Dr's office. Go me! We ran in the door, signed the "treat me, I will pay you form" and filled out the injury report form and were in a room in less then two minutes. Then the party really got started. First we had to irrigate the wound. So for all you keeping score, we have a scared, injured 2 year old and we are now going to hold her down and shoot water at her ouchie. Not going to go over well. And in fact, it did not. But I did manage to hold her down and sure enough, there was a gaping inch and a half long split down the back of her head. We both knew right away, that as I had suspected, we were going to have to close that sucker. And for better or worse, the Dr said staples were easier, faster and less painful. All of those were good enough for me. So I tried to hold her down, we ended up needing a nurse to hold her head while I pretty much laid on her legs and arms to keep her some kind of still. Jabbed her a few times to numb things up (ya for lidocaine), stapled her HEAD four times and we were done. Okay, that is not completely true. We have, by far, one of the best doctor's offices in existence and they did check her out fully. Including to see if she had bit her tongue (never occurred to me) and make sure she did not have a concussion. We were both pretty sure she didn't. And then, we were released with an appointment for the day after Thanksgiving to have her STAPLES REMOVED FROM HER HEAD!!! Wholly crap! So as I am breathing deeply and sighing relief on the way home I hear a voice from the backseat say....Mommy, I still want apples. So screw it, I turn into the grocery store, march in, with my uncombed hair and unbrushed teeth, and buy the poor kid some apples. The rest of the day was long. She got cranky and finally feel asleep in her car seat on the way home from school. And she woke from her nap about 5 levels past cranky. But she will be good as new, in 9 days. When they take the STAPLES OUT OF HER HEAD! Really I am surprised it took her this long, Nathan had stitches 3 times by the time he was 2. But I was never alone with him when he go hurt (witnesses are good!). I would like to NOT do this again. And, I am pretty sure I am going to make Greg take her to get the damn staples out! Sheesh!
