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Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Rated 'BG' For Bloody Gore

I had today planned out to perfection. I'd rise early (like I had a choice) and after breakfasting the kids, we'd wrap presents. After the merrymaking, they'd play together in some sort of happiness and utter joy of being together, but alone in their room while I'd clean the house. My car would start on the first try and I'd make it to work with plenty of time to guide my project through the last few hours to completion. I even shot for the moon: I was pretty sure I'd spring for a bowl of soup and a cookie for lunch.

Things didn't quite work according to plan.

The first thing I thought when Proximo walked into the living room holding the sliced off top of a can of kidney beans was, "Oh GREAT, he could really hurt himself with that thing."

My sarcasm was unwarranted as he really did hurt himself with that thing. The blood wouldn't stop, so I called up LaQuina to stay with E.G. and I took Proximo to the doctors.

After trying to make the bleeding stop for two hours, they sent me to the ER. Well, to be fair, I got the bleeding to stop with gauze from my home kit, covered by a Spiderman band-aid and scotch tape. It was the pediatrician, in an effort to see just how deep the wound was, who broke the clot. Multiple nurses and assistants applying pressure couldn't get it to stop. Proximo screamed (or nursed) most of the time.
I've never been to the ER because my child was hurt. He was having a lot of fun.

Until he was so exhausted that he fell asleep.

The nurse hopped him up on Ketamine, street name Special K, to keep him consciously sedated.

Whoa, that was funky. His eyes were open, but nooooo one was home.

It was even deeper than the ER doc thought it was, the blood just kept flowing.

Proximo got four stitches on his little thumb, only six short hours after the injury.

Watching him come out of sedation was a trip (ha.) He slowly lifted his leg and waved it. He then slowly moved both his hands in front of his face. He tried to clap. He tried to talk. It was all pretty adorable. Well, it was either adorable or a scary harbinger of his upcoming teenage rave years.

I brought Loopy McGee home and treated him to plenty of snuggling, mugging, treats, and love. He treated me to walking backwards like a sailor on shore leave, giggling the whole time. I wrapped his hand in a sweet knit baby bootie and tucked him into bed, where he happily nestled between his bunny and his monkey.

And Loopy McGee waved goodnight.

26 comments:

i i eee said...

Ouchie!

kristenlibrarian said...

AWESOME! About the bootie I mean. My knitting CAN do some good in this world! (Cuz everything is all about me.)

Poor, poor, sweet little boy. Kisses and speedy recovery wishes are sent from Wisconsin.

Fig said...

I got the deepest cut of my life off a can top. Those things are lethal.

Hannah said...

Poor little guy! I think boys are just prone to injury. Hope it heals quickly.

Kalli Ko said...

poor baby!! what trooper!

La Yen said...

How sad is it that I just ASSUMED it would be Guille? Sad or honest. Either.

I want me some Special K...

b. said...

Oh, that Special K is pretty special!!

Sorry you got side-tracked, sorry the baby got cut, but you took some great pics....thanks for that!

I really woulda come down, but glad the Debster had it all under control!

Queen Scarlett said...

I think I needed a warning... may cause queasy... revisiting of dinner.

Wow... poor little guy...and now you have two... two incredibly intelligent, mischief makers...

I hope it all heals quickly. He is so sweet.

Rachie said...

Poor, poor Proximo! I usually love stories about your kids' wild ways, but this one just broke my heart.

dalene said...

ouch.

AzĂșcar said...

Hannah, do you think boys are prone to injury because they do the CRAZIEST THINGS?

Morgan Moore said...

1) I'm so glad you had the camera to document
2) He looks so sweet knocked out on the table
3) Glad lots of snuggling was involved. Poor guy!

xo

amelia said...

Those cans are sharp! OUCH! Glad he's OK.

Mrs. Dub said...

my dad once told me not to touch the sharp edge of a can top, and i promptly proceeded to rub my finger back and forth on it. similar story ensued. except, i was, like, six.

i always tell myself, "it's not if, but when will take a child to the ER."

Likely said...

poor loopy!

but that post should have had a rating at the top - like M for mature or something. I was not expecting the bloody picture. Cute little Prox and then BAM!

Rynell said...

conscious sedation is trippy. my little guy had some awhile back. it freaked me out.

What a ride---glad he's ok.

Geo said...

My stomach is now having seizures in your honor.

Sue said...

OH, poor Proximo. I'm glad he's o.k.

I love doped out babies. :>

Fig said...

I just clicked on one of the wound pictures to see up close, and it broke my heart.

Such tiny, squishy little fingers should never be covered in blood.

Rachael said...

Gah! Poor kid! Although I have to admit, it would be pretty funny to watch my kid come out of anaesthesia.

Cicada said...

My dad instilled this deathly fear in all of us about leaving can lids attached to the cans and sticking up in the air. So recently, I was trying to take a can lid off of the can (to avoid leaving the lid up in the air on an angle, which could take my very life, in my dad's opinion) and sliced my finger. So, so unfair.

The Bakers said...

I'm pretty sure the worst thing in the world is being with your kid in the ER. I watched two incompetent nurses try to give my seven day-old baby an IV in her head, hand, arm, and foot before they gave up and called Peds down to do it...and they did it in one try. There was the crying and the exhaustion and the mom who cried so hard while trying to hold her still that the sheets were wet. EGH I hope that never happens again...
Sorry about your little dude. He's so dang cute!

KT said...

That is so scary!! Way to be a strong mom through it all!

the MomBabe said...

Aww! Poor baby! Why do fingers have to bleed so much anyways? seriously.

b. said...

my daughter has her brothers beat...times seen emergently for sutures? four. The boys? nada.

pflower10 said...

This just gives me the chills!!!

Did you want to thump your pediatrician?