When I was a little kid, I thought…I’d be making dinner this evening instead of spending it in the emergency room. Not really, but that’s the only way I thought to get this post to fit.
While I continued in the bathroom I prayed God would give me strength to not kill my sons for torturing their sister yet again. Then I heard Autumn crying softly outside the bathroom door. I assumed she had calmed down from getting hurt and was resting outside the door, so I finished up. When I finally opened the door and looked down at Autumn’s face, there were streams of blood flowing down her face onto her shirt and pants and all over her ands.
I said, “Oh my gosh, what happened?” and ran to her. I scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom with the first aid kit. I noticed that the cut wasn’t that deep and knew that head wounds always bled a lot, so I wasn’t too worried, but I also knew that I didn’t want her to fall asleep and go unconscious, in case her head was seriously injured.
I cleaned her head and changed her blood-stained clothes and decided to go ahead to the orthodontist since the wound looked like it had stopped bleeding. I called our pediatrician on the way and talked to the nurse. She said she would have him call me. We tried to keep Autumn awake, but since it was nap time it was very hard. We screamed and yelled and sang and knocked her arm and I tapped the brakes hard a few times.
While at the orthodontist, I texted Steve (who was in Kansas City for work) and told him what had happened. He texted back, “Yikes I will be praying. Keep us posted.” I thought that sounded a little unusual – so impersonal. I figured he must have been in a meeting. Then, suddenly, Autumn began complaining about her stomach hurting. That made me more nervous. I called the doctor again and they put me through to him this time. He suggested I come to the office, but if she went unconscious to go straight to the hospital. We finished at the orthodontist and I drove to the doctor’s office, all while screaming and yelling and singing and tapping her elbows to keep her awake. Needless to say, she didn’t like that at all, she just wanted to sleep. I texted Steve with an update, but didn’t hear anything back.
When we got into the doctor’s office her wound began bleeding again. They quickly took her into one of the rooms and removed the bandage. The doctor said it was a tough call, but because the wound was on her face, then I should probably take her to the hospital.
|Such a tiny cut to cause all this.|
At that point I kind of lost it and started crying. It was one of those moments when I realized I had absolutely no control. Josiah saw me crying and began panicking and saying “Is she going to die? Is she going to die?” I told him, “No, she’s not going to die. I’m sorry. She’ll be okay.”
hospital.” He wrote back, “Why?”
It was at that point that I realized I hadn’t been texting Steve all that time, but somebody else. I didn’t even know who I was texting, there was only a number listed. I called Steve again and he picked up this time. I relayed everything that had transpired in the past hour. Later after getting to the hospital, I texted the mystery person that I had previously been texting and asked who it was. It turned out to be our pastor’s wife – which was good because I knew she would have prayed for us.
We spent glued up Autumn’s wound and did a CT scan. It all came out fine. We’re back at home, Steve’s plane just landed and he’s on his way, and I’m trying to get this posted – only 30 minutes late!
By the way, all that carpal tunnel I’ve been complaining about for the past two weeks turned out to be tendonitis. I just need to let up on social media. Gah! Right now my hands and arms are killing me from all the ER texting I did with Steve, my mom, my sister and the pastor’s wife.
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