NicoleLJ
05-06-2007, 11:39 PM
Poor Dedrick(for those who don't know him he is my son and only 2 1/2 years old) sliced his mouth open. He was playing with his sister in teh play room down stairs while we were finishing making supper when we heard a scream. Dedrick had tripped over a toy and landed on the blocks castle. It is a plastic container in the shape of a castle designed to hold the extra large building blocks. When we got to him the side of his mouth was split open about a half inch. We immediately but a cold cloth on it with ice and rushed him to the hospital. Isabeau went to grandma's while we were gone.
Get him to the hospital and he ends up needing 6 stitches. 3 inside his mouth to help close the inside of the cheek and 3 outside his mouth. He was a trooper. Spending more time laughing at mommy and daddy and such then crying. He even thanked the nurses and doctor afterwards. Though I think he did that more to thank for the popsicle then anything. lol. He came home and had a bowl of ice cream for his supper. Trust me he did not mind. Next couple of days he can only have cold things like fruit cups, apple sauce, ice cream and so on. Then we changed him and put him to bed. Hubby ran to the store to get some extra cold things for him and while he was gone Dedrick called me. I ran in to discover that he had pulled out one of the front stitches.
So now he and hubby are back at the hospital while i am here with Isabeau. She has school tomorrow and it is already 10:30. Luckily Dedrick was not bleeding or crying. In fact he can't wait to see the doctor and get another popsicle. lol. I am worried sick about him but have already set up several people so that when Derek is at work no matter what I have a ride to the hospital in the next several days just in case he pulls another one out.
Even though the emergency is really over and is being taken care of I am shaking like a leaf. I was all calm while it was going on. The last thing Dedrick needed to see was me freaking out. But now that Dedrick is not here and is safe at the hospital with Daddy and the doctors the reality of what happened, the images of it before it got the stitches and so on is hitting me. I feel awful for him. It is my job as a parent to make sure he does not get hurt like this. I said the same to one of the nurses and she smiled at me and said "sometimes you can't stop it. I have 3 sons and everyone one of them had been in the hospital for stitches for rough housing before the age of 2. One of them twice. Life happens. We can't keep it all from happening."
Those words make sense but I still feel like I failed him.
Nicole
Get him to the hospital and he ends up needing 6 stitches. 3 inside his mouth to help close the inside of the cheek and 3 outside his mouth. He was a trooper. Spending more time laughing at mommy and daddy and such then crying. He even thanked the nurses and doctor afterwards. Though I think he did that more to thank for the popsicle then anything. lol. He came home and had a bowl of ice cream for his supper. Trust me he did not mind. Next couple of days he can only have cold things like fruit cups, apple sauce, ice cream and so on. Then we changed him and put him to bed. Hubby ran to the store to get some extra cold things for him and while he was gone Dedrick called me. I ran in to discover that he had pulled out one of the front stitches.
So now he and hubby are back at the hospital while i am here with Isabeau. She has school tomorrow and it is already 10:30. Luckily Dedrick was not bleeding or crying. In fact he can't wait to see the doctor and get another popsicle. lol. I am worried sick about him but have already set up several people so that when Derek is at work no matter what I have a ride to the hospital in the next several days just in case he pulls another one out.
Even though the emergency is really over and is being taken care of I am shaking like a leaf. I was all calm while it was going on. The last thing Dedrick needed to see was me freaking out. But now that Dedrick is not here and is safe at the hospital with Daddy and the doctors the reality of what happened, the images of it before it got the stitches and so on is hitting me. I feel awful for him. It is my job as a parent to make sure he does not get hurt like this. I said the same to one of the nurses and she smiled at me and said "sometimes you can't stop it. I have 3 sons and everyone one of them had been in the hospital for stitches for rough housing before the age of 2. One of them twice. Life happens. We can't keep it all from happening."
Those words make sense but I still feel like I failed him.
Nicole