We had a very eventful weekend to say the least.
We started the weekend Friday evening with getting Jakes stitches out (YEAH!), having family over Friday night and my niece spending the night. That sure was a lot of fun. The girls went to bed way too late,
but finally hit the sack in anticipation of the annual Christmas parade and Brett's birthday the next day!
Jake and his cousin rise around 7:30, as Addison sleeps in. After many attempts, begging Jake to go to the playroom (carpetted area), he finally abides and climbs into his recliner. I look in on him, as I am cleaning, at precisely the exact moment I see him dive into the arm of the chair. As I run to him, he looks at me with a full face, or chin, of blood. Again, I mumble something under breath, and look at his chin to see a gapping hole. I refuse to go to the er, so we take the kids to the parade
and wait for the clinic, that I love, and knows Jake by name, to open at noon.
and wait for the clinic, that I love, and knows Jake by name, to open at noon.
The doctor sees him, but decides he is missing a big chunk of skin and doesn't want to "sew infection in." I ask if a plastic chin implant would be a good idea, however he didn't appreciate my humor. I then ask at what point we should consult with a plastic surgeon. I don't know if he thought I was kidding again or not, but also advised that this would not be necessary. So we walk out with sterile strips glued on and a bandage that is supposed to last, per the doctor, 5-7 days and should be "just as good as stitches."
We get home feed the twerps anad put them down for a nap. When they awake, we try to get organized and cleaned up to go to the bithday party. About a hour before the she-bang is to begin, Addison barges into the bathroom as I am showering yelling "he did it again and it's bad!" I mumble something under my breath, cover up and slowly approach "the scene." As I make my way to daddy and Jake crying in the kitchen I notice markers and blood on the floor...obviously "the scene" of the accident.
I am not quite sure why , even after so many accidents, but I was not prepared for the sight. Jake had blood coming from both nostrils, a loose tooth, scraped gums, a huge fat lip, a red and swollen check, and......a gash in the chin!
"C'mon, give the kid a break!"
I call the clinic, they remember Jake and advise not to bother coming in, but rather to try and rebandage him using butterfly closures.
We do just that and hit Brett's 10th birthday! Happy Birthday Big Boy! It was a lot of fun, but Jake and I headed out early, because he was definitely acting very wobbly and not quite himself.
We are just about 48 hours from the last bloody event and holding strong! Wish us luck!
At least the kid will never have a double chin!
God Bless~ Christine
2 comments:
Good Lord, Christine. I talked to you on your way to the clinic, canNOT belEEEEEve he did it later that night. Goodness gracious. I mean, if I, the reader, keep saying "again?", I can only imagine what you guys say! You can bet I'd be muttering lots of stuff under my breath, as well! Hang in there, love.
xoxoxo
As I sit here almost in tears thinking of what it must be like to even have one of those incidents occur, I feel a sense of guilt come over myself for the way I yell at my two completely healthy children for stupid things like asking me quesions over and over again. You are truly remarkable and respected by all. It is amazing the mother and woman that you have become.
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