So almost three weeks ago was one of the scariest afternoons of my life. It was A’s first time in the ER and my first brush with trauma as a mom. I’m no stranger to the ER. As a child I was very accident prone. In fact, my costume, “An Accident Waiting to Happen” won the Halloween costume contest in 6th grade. But experiencing it as a mom was so much worse than I can possible imagine.
It was a Friday afternoon. AJ had just woken up from his nap and I brought him downstairs to change his diaper. I noticed that it had started to rain and I was super excited bc it hadn’t rained for so long. So I left his pants off and pulled off his shirt, gathered up Marty and opened the back door to let us all outside. I was going to be the cool mom and let her kid dance in the rain. I got us all through the door and shut it. Then I heard the yelp and cry. I looked back and somehow AJ had gotten behind me and his hand was stuck in the hinge side of the door. And it was ALL THE WAY CLOSED.
I immediately opened it, put Marty down inside and grabbed A. There was blood everywhere already so I brought him to the sink, grabbed a paper towel, wrapped it around his pinky finger (the source of the bleeding) and wrapped it tight. One of the things that you learn from a paramedic father and being accident prone yourself if that anytime there is a laceration you hold the wound together and put pressure on it.
I wasn’t sure if this warranted a trip to the doctor or what, but as soon as I saw his finger I knew that we had to immediately leave. No waiting for an appointment. We were going straight to the ER.
However, I had two problems
1.) a squish baby named M
2.) it was Friday afternoon and there was going to be tons of traffic
I solved the first problem by calling a neighbor real quick to see if she could stay w/ Marty. I had just pumped a bottle so I knew he would be ok. A was such a trooper he had stopped crying by this point but was in more in shock. He was still and compliant. Something my boy never is. I was about to get him in the car when I realized, I didn’t want him to ride in the backseat by himself. I didn’t want him alone and I didn’t want him to pull of the wrapping on his finger.
So I went back inside, loaded up M and my neighbor (with her holding A on her lap holding pressure on the finger) and we were off to the ER. Problem number 2 was solved by us going to a free standing emergency room that had just opened up by our house 5 minutes away. We walked right in, were the only people there and got right in. They took x-rays of A’s hand and determined that the top of his finger, the bone between the tip and the knuckle was broken clean off. He was going to lose his nail, and he almost lost the top of his finger. You guys, every time I think about that I want to throw up in my mouth a little. He was going to need stitches to put it back together. The doctor said that the quick pressure and wrapping that I did saved it.
They wrapped him up in a sheet with just his arm sticking out to give him the shot of lidocade and do the stitches. He kept looking up at me crying “mama”. Ugh. I was crying too.
The saving grace was that M went to sleeping in the stroller and my neighbor took him to the waiting room to nap. We were in and out in under an hour. The best part, when we were leaving we passed the doctor who did the stitches and A whispers, “thank you doctor”. Heart strings. Pulled.
The last three weeks have been visits to the orthopedic surgeon, splints, changing dressings. Thank goodness everything is ok. The bone will either dissolve and regenerate, or it will heal back together. The miracle of being so young! He might need some physical therapy to get his hand moving again, but so far so good.
It was still the scariest day as a parent I’ve experienced so far. Coming home and seeing trails of blood across the floor, pooled in the kitchen, having to throw away my clothes b/c I couldn’t get his blood out. The fact that I’m the one who shut the door. Nothiing can prepare you for guilt like that. I know that with two boys we are in for a crazy ride. I just didn’t realize it would start so soon.
And why did I title this post, “The Hits Keep Coming”? Well, bc yesterday I had to call poison control. Twice. They boys were playing so nice together in M’s room I thought, “hey, I can take 5 minutes to go to the bathroom and run downstairs to grab a couple things without having to tote a 15 pound baby. I come back, I kid you not 5 minutes later, and A is shoving those baby teething tabs in his mouth and M’s. More than half the bottle is gone and I have no clue how much either ate.
So yeah. Universe, please give me a break. Everyone else, pray for my sanity.