Baby's First Stitches
5 kids. I made it 5 kids without taking one to the ER for stitches. I guess you can still say that's true, as he didn't actually get stitches, but the fact remains... Bloody incident for the first time in 5 kids!
I set aside today for scrapping. Clearly, my mother had other ideas. She's been dead for 12 years, but her mischief continues. Today would have been her birthday. So, it seems strongly appropriate that Sean chose today to crack his head open.
He was playing in the livingroom with Noah when Noah said to me "Sean has jelly all over him and the floor". We didn't have jelly, and Sean can't get to the kitchen, so I didn't pay much attention to him. But he was persistant and insisted I come look at how silly Sean was with the jelly all over him.
Oh.My.God. My baby was SOAKED with blood. I have never seen a face so bloody. Once I washed him up, I saw it was just a tiny cut, but it was deep and STILL bleeding.
So, we went to the ER and got him glued up. I dropped Noah off next door after dragging the poor woman out of the shower to inspect the gash for a 2nd opinion. She confirmed what I suspected that he needed to go in, so we went.
So, here I am... 1pm... Haven't even gone near the scraproom. The best laid plans.
Oh, and I'm about to be that woman people joke about that call carpet cleaning companies about blood stains. Hope they don't call the cops on me.
My lovely white carpet:
I set aside today for scrapping. Clearly, my mother had other ideas. She's been dead for 12 years, but her mischief continues. Today would have been her birthday. So, it seems strongly appropriate that Sean chose today to crack his head open.
He was playing in the livingroom with Noah when Noah said to me "Sean has jelly all over him and the floor". We didn't have jelly, and Sean can't get to the kitchen, so I didn't pay much attention to him. But he was persistant and insisted I come look at how silly Sean was with the jelly all over him.
Oh.My.God. My baby was SOAKED with blood. I have never seen a face so bloody. Once I washed him up, I saw it was just a tiny cut, but it was deep and STILL bleeding.
So, we went to the ER and got him glued up. I dropped Noah off next door after dragging the poor woman out of the shower to inspect the gash for a 2nd opinion. She confirmed what I suspected that he needed to go in, so we went.
So, here I am... 1pm... Haven't even gone near the scraproom. The best laid plans.
Oh, and I'm about to be that woman people joke about that call carpet cleaning companies about blood stains. Hope they don't call the cops on me.
My lovely white carpet:
posted by Angie at 12:48 PM
3 Comments:
omg. that's so gross.
poor baby seanie!
oh MY goodness that's crazy! pooor little guy - and i'm still sitting here amazed that you've maganged to go this long before something like this happend - WOW!
ahhh, so you're a nut like me and have white carpeting with live children in the house...
I've been to the ER more times than I can count, mainly because of one child in particular who continues the practice even in adulthood. I feel for you, there's nothing quite as traumatic as seeing your little one strapped into a papoose awaiting stitches. Glad you didn't have to experience that milestone in motherhood! I hope this isn't akin to breaking the seal when you drink beer... Hang in there. Oh, from my experience, the Chem Dry guys do the best job on blood. *sigh I wish I didn't know that.
Thanks for stopping by today Angie
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