My child... (kinda graphic?)

UGH. That's all...
Thursday, February 2, 2006, he's in the OR having his head stitched up at
the children's hospital for a major scalp laceration. Plastic surgeon works
on him for about an hour, hour and a half. It's almost 2 hours later when
he gets out of the operating room. Also has a fractured nose amd about 30
stitches. Spends the night in the hospital.

Wednesday, April 17, 2006, he's in the Treatment Room 2 having his head
stitched up at the Medicentre for a major gash in his head. Took about an
hour to get it all done and 7 stitches. About an inch-inch and a half gash
RIGHT exactly where he had that scalp laceration...

He was playing out in the back yard (it is fenced and gated) and I'm in the
house. Normally he plays just fine in the yard, in our yard or in the
neighbour's yard with the neighbour kid, since they're around the same age
and we have a shared gate to our yards. Windows open, blinds up, every 10
or so minutes I double check on him at the door or window, and I can hear
him outside anyways.
Today, however, he decides to let himself out of the yard - problem we've
been having a lot of lately - and we can't lock the gate as the neighbours
need that same gate to our yard to get into theirs. Locks are out of the
question, although we did have a lock on the gate at the place we moved
from. Anyways, before he goes out, I do tell him he is to stay in OUR yard
or Tyler's yard, and this is a reminder each and every time so there's no
excuses. Today, anyways, he's in the yard. He's playing just fine and
dandy. I'm off doing whatever in the house - picking up the dishes,
gathering up toys... I run to the basement to gather more dishes left down
there, and Norm's upstairs with Amie, Bran's still in the yard. 2 minutes
later, I hear what sounds like someone ramming down our door. Banging,
literally almost smashing our door, and I yell upstairs to Norm to see who
the hell is banging on the door like a hooligan. I make my way upstairs at
the same time.
Next thing, not half way up the stairs, I hear screaming and crying. Norm
yells at me to get upstairs pronto and before I can even know what's going
on, he tells me to take the kid to the doctor NOW. I see he's COVERED in
blood. His face is just a mask of red blood, and I nearly pass out. I grab
him, Norm grabs him, I run around like an idiot feeling myself get all sick
and dizzy, and Bran gets seated on the kitchen chair. By this time, I'm
still freaking out like a moron, but still calm enough to not make everyone
else act like the fool I am acting like, more inside. Norm tells me to grab
a towel of some sort, and I'm already half way up the stairs, nearly
trampling him, to the closet. Of course, there's only the white towels left
in the closet, as they're smaller towels and used only for hands or
sometimes for the baby. Norm's hesitating a bit, and I think he's wondering
if I'm going to freak about the white towels + blood, and I just grab a
towel, fly down the stairs and bunch it all up on the kids forehead, which
is, of course, still bleeding like crazy, and of course, I'm probably not
thinking very clearly. Norm wipes his face off from as much of the blood as
possible, and I grab the keys and the kid in my arms, with the towel on his
head and him still screaming like a wild animal, and I run out to the car,
toss him in his seat, snap the seatbelt on and back the car out of the
parking lot, spitting rocks in every direction.
At this point, I still have no idea what the heck is going on. I know
something isn't quite normal, and I see blood and freak out. I heard
something about him falling on the skateboard, which he knows damn well he's
not supposed to be on, as that's a toy for when we go OUT of the yard, and
helmets are on, yet he helped himself out of the yard without anyone
knowing. I guess it was one of the neighbours who was banging on the door,
as around this time daily there's always a few adults and a bunch of younger
kids (my guess is from about 3-6 years in age and about 10 of them at a time
on a regular basis)
So, I'm using up about a gallon and a half of gas per block, gunning it to
every corner, slamming on the brakes, passing off a stop with a rolling stop
and booking it to the closest medicentre, which is normally about 7 or so
minutes away when NOT cruising like a bat out of hell... I don't know what's
going on, what happened, or even where I'm going, so I call my mom, and ask
her where I should go - medicentre or hospital, and I opt for the medicentre
rather than a hospital, a long distance away, to just sit in an emergency
room all night when they would do the same job at the clinic.
I slam the car into the closest parking stall - I was even planning on
abusing the handicapped stall if there was no regular parking stall open,
but luckily I instantly found an open parking stall and grabbed the kid,
still crying, both of us with blood all over everything, and him still
holding that grossly bloody towel on his head, run into the clinic and to
the counter, and instantly the nurse puts the phone down and we go into
"Treatment Room 2" and they clean it up. Of course, we get there at about
10 to 5, and this stupid doctor in right now is busy looking at his watch,
saying the next doctor's shift starts in 10 minutes and he'll fix it up.
Apparently, his schedule is too busy and he's not going to stay and do the
job, leave it for the next guy coming in at 5, and of course, the kid's head
is still bleeding quite a bit.
Next doctor calls at about 5:15, I hear, and says he's stuck in traffic on
the freeway. Of course. Why wouldn't he be? He finally makes it, at 530,
and then comes in and out, other emergencies come in, and I think
'emergency' depends on the injuries, as well as how loud that kid is
screaming. At this point, mine was not. At the same point, some little
girl is screaming as if her leg has been ripped off... Anyways, finally the
doctor comes in and he's freezing the area, and of course Bran's screaming
like crazy as the doc is trying to freeze the area. Meanwhile, I'm trying
to hold him down, get him to sqeeze my hand and calm down as much as
possible. Not working. I just *had* to look over at exactly the wrong
time, and now for the second time in the room, I feel sick and dizzy.
Earlier, the doctor was talking about something, and I just started to feel
like I was blacking out. No real reason, he was just talking, I wasn't
seeing any blood, no screaming or crying, I just nearly felt like I was
going to pass out - that normal hazy feeling you get and blurred vision
along with feeling very light headed.
So, 7 stitches and just over an hour later, we go home. He's not to be at
school tomorrow, and the doc said he can go back after the weekend. Lucky
me. lol
It's been such a wild evening... Until morning, it won't be any better...
The head injury paper said I have to wake him up every 2-3 hours at night
when he's sleeping... I guess standard for any type of head injury... Just
wake him up enough to get a response of some sort, not totally wake him up,
to make sure he's not unconcious or something... Great lol

"xkatx" wrote in message
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Wow... pretty yucky. Next time though, you have to realize that all head
wounds bleed ALOT! So though it may look bad, its not as bad as it could be.

I am also thinking that this kid shouldn't be left to play alone! Appears he
is a bit accident prone. lol

"Tiffany" wrote in message
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"xkatx" wrote in message
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Wow... pretty yucky. Next time though, you have to realize that all head
wounds bleed ALOT! So though it may look bad, its not as bad as it could
be.

Oh, I know they do. I remember from that car accident and how instantly we
were BOTH covered in blood. Sure, that wound was fairly bigger, but still.
I just can't handle blood at all. Doesn't matter if it's a cut finger or a
cut head... Blood is just not my thing. This time, it was very deep, but it
was also a cut on the same location as he just had all stitched up 3 months
ago. It also was swollen around the area a bit...

I am also thinking that this kid shouldn't be left to play alone! Appears
he is a bit accident prone. lol

Nope, he's now not going to be outside unless there's someone sitting out
there. He was doing fine with just playing in the yard for quite some time.
It's only been lately that we've been catching him wandering out of the
yard, although I've always made it clear that he is to stay in the yard and
the gate is to stay closed.

"'Kate" wrote in message
...
On Thu, 18 May 2006 02:20:09 GMT, "xkatx" the following
was posted in blue dry erase marker:

UGH. That's all...
Thursday, February 2, 2006, he's in the OR having his head stitched up at
the children's hospital for a major scalp laceration. Plastic surgeon
works
on him for about an hour, hour and a half. It's almost 2 hours later when
he gets out of the operating room. Also has a fractured nose amd about 30
stitches. Spends the night in the hospital.

Wednesday, April 17, 2006, he's in the Treatment Room 2 having his head
stitched up at the Medicentre for a major gash in his head. Took about an
hour to get it all done and 7 stitches. About an inch-inch and a half
gash
RIGHT exactly where he had that scalp laceration...

He was playing out in the back yard (it is fenced and gated) and I'm in
the
house. Normally he plays just fine in the yard, in our yard or in the
neighbour's yard with the neighbour kid, since they're around the same age
and we have a shared gate to our yards. Windows open, blinds up, every 10
or so minutes I double check on him at the door or window, and I can hear
him outside anyways.
Today, however, he decides to let himself out of the yard - problem we've
been having a lot of lately - and we can't lock the gate as the neighbours
need that same gate to our yard to get into theirs. Locks are out of the
question, although we did have a lock on the gate at the place we moved
from. Anyways, before he goes out, I do tell him he is to stay in OUR
yard
or Tyler's yard, and this is a reminder each and every time so there's no
excuses. Today, anyways, he's in the yard. He's playing just fine and
dandy. I'm off doing whatever in the house - picking up the dishes,
gathering up toys... I run to the basement to gather more dishes left down
there, and Norm's upstairs with Amie, Bran's still in the yard. 2 minutes
later, I hear what sounds like someone ramming down our door. Banging,
literally almost smashing our door, and I yell upstairs to Norm to see who
the hell is banging on the door like a hooligan. I make my way upstairs
at
the same time.
Next thing, not half way up the stairs, I hear screaming and crying. Norm
yells at me to get upstairs pronto and before I can even know what's going
on, he tells me to take the kid to the doctor NOW. I see he's COVERED in
blood. His face is just a mask of red blood, and I nearly pass out. I
grab
him, Norm grabs him, I run around like an idiot feeling myself get all
sick
and dizzy, and Bran gets seated on the kitchen chair. By this time, I'm
still freaking out like a moron, but still calm enough to not make
everyone
else act like the fool I am acting like, more inside. Norm tells me to
grab
a towel of some sort, and I'm already half way up the stairs, nearly
trampling him, to the closet. Of course, there's only the white towels
left
in the closet, as they're smaller towels and used only for hands or
sometimes for the baby. Norm's hesitating a bit, and I think he's
wondering
if I'm going to freak about the white towels + blood, and I just grab a
towel, fly down the stairs and bunch it all up on the kids forehead, which
is, of course, still bleeding like crazy, and of course, I'm probably not
thinking very clearly. Norm wipes his face off from as much of the blood
as
possible, and I grab the keys and the kid in my arms, with the towel on
his
head and him still screaming like a wild animal, and I run out to the car,
toss him in his seat, snap the seatbelt on and back the car out of the
parking lot, spitting rocks in every direction.
At this point, I still have no idea what the heck is going on. I know
something isn't quite normal, and I see blood and freak out. I heard
something about him falling on the skateboard, which he knows damn well
he's
not supposed to be on, as that's a toy for when we go OUT of the yard, and
helmets are on, yet he helped himself out of the yard without anyone
knowing. I guess it was one of the neighbours who was banging on the
door,
as around this time daily there's always a few adults and a bunch of
younger
kids (my guess is from about 3-6 years in age and about 10 of them at a
time
on a regular basis)
So, I'm using up about a gallon and a half of gas per block, gunning it to
every corner, slamming on the brakes, passing off a stop with a rolling
stop
and booking it to the closest medicentre, which is normally about 7 or so
minutes away when NOT cruising like a bat out of hell... I don't know
what's
going on, what happened, or even where I'm going, so I call my mom, and
ask
her where I should go - medicentre or hospital, and I opt for the
medicentre
rather than a hospital, a long distance away, to just sit in an emergency
room all night when they would do the same job at the clinic.
I slam the car into the closest parking stall - I was even planning on
abusing the handicapped stall if there was no regular parking stall open,
but luckily I instantly found an open parking stall and grabbed the kid,
still crying, both of us with blood all over everything, and him still
holding that grossly bloody towel on his head, run into the clinic and to
the counter, and instantly the nurse puts the phone down and we go into
"Treatment Room 2" and they clean it up. Of course, we get there at about
10 to 5, and this stupid doctor in right now is busy looking at his watch,
saying the next doctor's shift starts in 10 minutes and he'll fix it up.
Apparently, his schedule is too busy and he's not going to stay and do the
job, leave it for the next guy coming in at 5, and of course, the kid's
head
is still bleeding quite a bit.
Next doctor calls at about 5:15, I hear, and says he's stuck in traffic on
the freeway. Of course. Why wouldn't he be? He finally makes it, at
530,
and then comes in and out, other emergencies come in, and I think
'emergency' depends on the injuries, as well as how loud that kid is
screaming. At this point, mine was not. At the same point, some little
girl is screaming as if her leg has been ripped off... Anyways, finally
the
doctor comes in and he's freezing the area, and of course Bran's screaming
like crazy as the doc is trying to freeze the area. Meanwhile, I'm trying
to hold him down, get him to sqeeze my hand and calm down as much as
possible. Not working. I just *had* to look over at exactly the wrong
time, and now for the second time in the room, I feel sick and dizzy.
Earlier, the doctor was talking about something, and I just started to
feel
like I was blacking out. No real reason, he was just talking, I wasn't
seeing any blood, no screaming or crying, I just nearly felt like I was
going to pass out - that normal hazy feeling you get and blurred vision
along with feeling very light headed.
So, 7 stitches and just over an hour later, we go home. He's not to be at
school tomorrow, and the doc said he can go back after the weekend. Lucky
me. lol
It's been such a wild evening... Until morning, it won't be any better...
The head injury paper said I have to wake him up every 2-3 hours at night
when he's sleeping... I guess standard for any type of head injury... Just
wake him up enough to get a response of some sort, not totally wake him
up,
to make sure he's not unconcious or something... Great lol

Oh my... I hope he's doing ok this morning! Hope you are too. You must
be exhausted.

He = fine. Me = zombie.

He's a boy, the more adventurous ones get a lot of bumps and bruises
along the way. He has to learn to protect himself so that he doesn't end
up in the ER or worse. Until then, don't let him go outside without
adult supervision. This kid has to survive and a brain injury is a
really bad thing.

Yea, that's what my mom said. My one brother, the middle one, was
constantly getting hurt. I remember he fell into the book case thing my
parents had - one of those 70s style book cases with cinder blocks and
boards that it seems everyone had back in the 70s, 80s... I know his smacked
his lip open and had stitches for that, and he was about 2 at the time...
When he was about 3-4, he smashed his mouth open again on the bed frame,
stitches again. When he was about 3, he climbed up a wall unit and pulled
down a cup of boiled tea on him, causing 2nd and 3rd degree burns on his
chest. Again, off to the doc for that, and at the time, the hospitals and
doctors were all on strike, so my mom had to cart him off to the medicentre
clinic all the time... He's broken bones, had stitches like crazy and was
just always getting hurt, and seems to be that way even today!

Hugs to you... it's tough to be tough but I think you're going to have
to be.

'Kate

Yea, all is good, I'm just so tired. Tired really isn't the word, but I'm
too tired to think of a better word right now. I feel like I haven't slept
at all, and I woke up with a slight headache and major sore tummy...
Probably because I didn't sleep much and missed lunch and supper yesterday

Oh well, I'll see if I can catch a nap this afternoon!

"xkatx" wrote in message
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UGH. That's all...
Thursday, February 2, 2006, he's in the OR having his head stitched up at
the children's hospital for a major scalp laceration. Plastic surgeon
works on him for about an hour, hour and a half. It's almost 2 hours
later when he gets out of the operating room. Also has a fractured nose
amd about 30 stitches. Spends the night in the hospital.

Wednesday, April 17, 2006, he's in the Treatment Room 2 having his head
stitched up at the Medicentre for a major gash in his head. Took about an
hour to get it all done and 7 stitches. About an inch-inch and a half
gash RIGHT exactly where he had that scalp laceration...

He was playing out in the back yard (it is fenced and gated) and I'm in
the house. Normally he plays just fine in the yard, in our yard or in the
neighbour's yard with the neighbour kid, since they're around the same age
and we have a shared gate to our yards. Windows open, blinds up, every 10
or so minutes I double check on him at the door or window, and I can hear
him outside anyways.
Today, however, he decides to let himself out of the yard - problem we've
been having a lot of lately - and we can't lock the gate as the neighbours
need that same gate to our yard to get into theirs. Locks are out of the
question, although we did have a lock on the gate at the place we moved
from. Anyways, before he goes out, I do tell him he is to stay in OUR
yard or Tyler's yard, and this is a reminder each and every time so
there's no excuses. Today, anyways, he's in the yard. He's playing just
fine and dandy. I'm off doing whatever in the house - picking up the
dishes, gathering up toys... I run to the basement to gather more dishes
left down there, and Norm's upstairs with Amie, Bran's still in the yard.
2 minutes later, I hear what sounds like someone ramming down our door.
Banging, literally almost smashing our door, and I yell upstairs to Norm
to see who the hell is banging on the door like a hooligan. I make my way
upstairs at the same time.
Next thing, not half way up the stairs, I hear screaming and crying. Norm
yells at me to get upstairs pronto and before I can even know what's going
on, he tells me to take the kid to the doctor NOW. I see he's COVERED in
blood. His face is just a mask of red blood, and I nearly pass out. I
grab him, Norm grabs him, I run around like an idiot feeling myself get
all sick and dizzy, and Bran gets seated on the kitchen chair. By this
time, I'm still freaking out like a moron, but still calm enough to not
make everyone else act like the fool I am acting like, more inside. Norm
tells me to grab a towel of some sort, and I'm already half way up the
stairs, nearly trampling him, to the closet. Of course, there's only the
white towels left in the closet, as they're smaller towels and used only
for hands or sometimes for the baby. Norm's hesitating a bit, and I think
he's wondering if I'm going to freak about the white towels + blood, and I
just grab a towel, fly down the stairs and bunch it all up on the kids
forehead, which is, of course, still bleeding like crazy, and of course,
I'm probably not thinking very clearly. Norm wipes his face off from as
much of the blood as possible, and I grab the keys and the kid in my arms,
with the towel on his head and him still screaming like a wild animal, and
I run out to the car, toss him in his seat, snap the seatbelt on and back
the car out of the parking lot, spitting rocks in every direction.
At this point, I still have no idea what the heck is going on. I know
something isn't quite normal, and I see blood and freak out. I heard
something about him falling on the skateboard, which he knows damn well
he's not supposed to be on, as that's a toy for when we go OUT of the
yard, and helmets are on, yet he helped himself out of the yard without
anyone knowing. I guess it was one of the neighbours who was banging on
the door, as around this time daily there's always a few adults and a
bunch of younger kids (my guess is from about 3-6 years in age and about
10 of them at a time on a regular basis)
So, I'm using up about a gallon and a half of gas per block, gunning it to
every corner, slamming on the brakes, passing off a stop with a rolling
stop and booking it to the closest medicentre, which is normally about 7
or so minutes away when NOT cruising like a bat out of hell... I don't
know what's going on, what happened, or even where I'm going, so I call my
mom, and ask her where I should go - medicentre or hospital, and I opt for
the medicentre rather than a hospital, a long distance away, to just sit
in an emergency room all night when they would do the same job at the
clinic.
I slam the car into the closest parking stall - I was even planning on
abusing the handicapped stall if there was no regular parking stall open,
but luckily I instantly found an open parking stall and grabbed the kid,
still crying, both of us with blood all over everything, and him still
holding that grossly bloody towel on his head, run into the clinic and to
the counter, and instantly the nurse puts the phone down and we go into
"Treatment Room 2" and they clean it up. Of course, we get there at about
10 to 5, and this stupid doctor in right now is busy looking at his watch,
saying the next doctor's shift starts in 10 minutes and he'll fix it up.
Apparently, his schedule is too busy and he's not going to stay and do the
job, leave it for the next guy coming in at 5, and of course, the kid's
head is still bleeding quite a bit.
Next doctor calls at about 5:15, I hear, and says he's stuck in traffic on
the freeway. Of course. Why wouldn't he be? He finally makes it, at
530, and then comes in and out, other emergencies come in, and I think
'emergency' depends on the injuries, as well as how loud that kid is
screaming. At this point, mine was not. At the same point, some little
girl is screaming as if her leg has been ripped off... Anyways, finally
the doctor comes in and he's freezing the area, and of course Bran's
screaming like crazy as the doc is trying to freeze the area. Meanwhile,
I'm trying to hold him down, get him to sqeeze my hand and calm down as
much as possible. Not working. I just *had* to look over at exactly the
wrong time, and now for the second time in the room, I feel sick and
dizzy. Earlier, the doctor was talking about something, and I just started
to feel like I was blacking out. No real reason, he was just talking, I
wasn't seeing any blood, no screaming or crying, I just nearly felt like I
was going to pass out - that normal hazy feeling you get and blurred
vision along with feeling very light headed.
So, 7 stitches and just over an hour later, we go home. He's not to be at
school tomorrow, and the doc said he can go back after the weekend. Lucky
me. lol
It's been such a wild evening... Until morning, it won't be any better...
The head injury paper said I have to wake him up every 2-3 hours at night
when he's sleeping... I guess standard for any type of head injury... Just
wake him up enough to get a response of some sort, not totally wake him
up, to make sure he's not unconcious or something... Great lol


I'd have ripped the first doctor apart... That's just me... I'm glad to hear
all survived the wreck with flying colors... And FYI... Yeah I always
passout after a crisis... I think that's normal... i've lived through a few
of those panics and have found tht the minute the doctor says all is well I
end up with my head between my knees and hear someone saying "ok take a deep
cleansing breath and let it out slowly" "good" and "again" LOL

Terrifying... REALLY Glad all is well!