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Blood & Stitches

There is rarely a dull moment around our place. Our kids are rowdy and rambunctious. They are fearless climbers and they are always on fast speed. So far I have been very lucky and the injuries have been minor.  A scrape here, a bruise there.  In the past ten years I can count the visits to the E.R. on one hand and more than one of those visits involved ear infections and not injuries. I suppose I have done pretty well.  But it all got real this week when I watched my five year old run across the living room, trip on his own foot and face plant into the corner of the padded leather ottoman. He immediately began crying the “hurt cry”. I ran from the kitchen doorway to the living room and rolled him over to see blood already rolling down his face and into his hair.

Now, the ottoman is heavily padded. There is not one sharp edge on it and that is actually one reason I purchased it.  I prepared myself to see his eyeball dangling from it’s socket but instead I pulled his blood soaked hand away to find an inch and a half hole in his forehead.  It was not a cut.  He had literally busted his head open.



It was deep and blood was pouring so I gathered him in my arms and ran to the kitchen to deposit Judah on the counter.  His older sister ran for a wet cloth and I began trying to stop the blood which was now all over me and him both. With one hand I covered the wound and with the other hand I called for help on my cell phone.  Within a few minutes Daddy and Granny arrived and we rushed my little invalid to the Emergency Room.

10259650_10154053845530377_428934748_nThe poor little guy was so scared but he was such a trooper.  He listened closely to everything the doctor asked him and obliged each request without protest.  He cried big tears when they put three painful injections into the wound but he was super still and didn’t even wiggle.  He came through the ordeal like a little man and left the hospital proudly sporting five neat little stitches over his left eyebrow.



This was a first for me and certainly not an experience I ever want to repeat but I am proud of the fact that I managed to hold back the mommy tears until I got back home.

Word of advice:  If you ever find yourself in this situation I highly recommend that you explain to your child what is happening.


10169184_10154042753935377_1872912383200422954_nYou obviously will need to sugar-coat a lot of the information but it is SO much better when you prepare them and explain what is happening (even if you make it up as you go along).  Judah was fascinated with all the machines and gadgets but he had no clue that they were actually “sewing” him up until we took the bandages off 24 hours later. I talked to him about the blood pressure cuff, the monitor beeping above his head, the cord clipped to his finger, etc.  He laid there with his eyes closed while the doctor put little “bandages” on his “bruise” and chatted with her like it was no big deal.  10152454_10154042755170377_1356761920161693457_n

I know without a doubt that if I had just taken him in and handed him over, he would have been terrified and not nearly as cooperative.  As a Mom you should always remember that these little ones are people too and they can sense your fear. Keep it together and always be absolutely confident about what is going on.  Especially when you have no idea and you are scared out of your mind.

You will get your chance to freak out…. later.


Brotherly Love

My grandmother had three daughters and one son.  My uncle had two daughters and one son.  My mother had me and one son. My aunt had one daughter and one son. I never really thought much about it until I had TWO sons.  There is an extreme difference in raising one boy as opposed to raising two.  Now don’t get me wrong, boys are a joy.  They are affectionate, protective and tenderhearted little men but they can fight like no animal I have ever seen.   There is a little word that plays a BIG role in a household with multiple boys and that word is “competition”.  It is something deep within the genetic makeup of these little guys that is fascinating and yet infuriating at the same time.   They are best friends and worst enemies depending on which side of the bed they wake up on.  They will share a bed and a bath but they will NOT share a soda without an “episode”.

As a Mom this can be very taxing on the nerves when it must be dealt with on a daily basis.  Everything, and I do mean every thing results in some sort of competition.  “I have the fullest cup”. “I have biggest gun”. “I’m going to get down the stairs first”.   “I am the tallest”.  “I get to carry the most groceries in from the car.”  It is never ending…

Just when I think that they may never get over the rivalry I get a little glimmer of hope that lets me know they are hiding a big secret… deep down they are fierce friends.   

A few nights ago around bedtime I heard a scream from my kitchen.  I jumped up and ran to find Judah (4) sitting in the floor and his sister (9) looking like she was going to faint.  She had been carrying her brother on her back when they stumbled and he hit his forehead on one of Daddy’s tools that was sitting by our back door.  I turned Judah around to find his forehead, eyebrows, and face literally covered with blood.  He had grabbed his head with his hands which were also covered with blood and it was beginning to run down his wrists.  I grabbed a kitchen towel and tried to wipe him clean so I could assess the damage but each time I would remove the towel more blood would run in rivulets down his face.  I was sitting there trying to decide what to do next when big brother Levi (6) came running down the stairs.  He had heard the commotion from his bed and came to see what was happening.  I had no idea he would react the way that he did and I was not really prepared.  He instantly went into full panic mode.  He grabbed his big sister in the middle of the kitchen and began to sob LOUD and uncontrollably.   Big sister joined right in on the panic and turned on the tears as well.  So there I was home alone, sitting in the middle of the floor holding my four year old covered in blood and watching my two eldest, both arms around each other, and both having a total emotional breakdown.  Chaos!

From somewhere I pulled a little “Mommy calmness” and just started talking to everyone and giving them jobs.  “Levi, get a band aid and Jess get a wash cloth…” and I went to work cleaning up the bleeding victim. While I worked on the wound Levi bravely marched up to his brother, placed his little hand on his head and began to pray.  He reached over and grabbed his sister’s hand and insisted she pray too.  I was so proud of him because he was incredibly scared.  I was relieved to find a TINY scrape on the edge of Judah’s hairline about the size of a pencil lead.  That was it.  I have no clue where all the blood came from but that was the extent of the injury.

Once everyone was clean and doctored I showed them how the wound was nothing more than a tiny cut.  You could see Levi take a deep breath of relief and then the tears erupted all over again.  It just goes to show that these two can fight like cats and dogs but they are incredibly protective of each other.  It’s a fascinating dynamic and I am thoroughly enjoying watching this relationship develop as they grow.  Yes, it is exhausting at times.  But then when you see the deep bond they share it is clear that there’s nothing else in the world like it.

Judah & Levi


Sick Slave Driver

For seven long days my family and I have been quarantined in our cozy little home battling what would appear to be either the flu or some very serious colds.  One by one each of the four kids came down with it and then finally I too became a victim.  As any mother knows, it is just torturous watching your children when they are sick.  It is worse when they are very small because they can’t really tell you what is wrong and therefore you have no certain answer as to what to do to comfort them.  It is stressful emotionally and physically.  You simply have to use a process of elimination until you find something miraculous that makes it all better.  This is precisely why I am not sure whether to be furious or amused at my eldest son. After being confined to the house for a solid week and spending the majority of my time (day and night) fetching, carrying, washing, medicating, bathing, feeding, fussing, covering, uncovering, patting, singing, worrying (at times pretty sick myself), I’ll admit I am confused as to what would be the “appropriate” reaction to this latest… episode.  Last night, when I left the room on what had to be the 15th errand for my ailing boy, he grinned a devilish ornery grin at his Granny and whispered “I am just pretending to be sick so my Mommy will be my slave.”.


Teething Troubles

Teething is never pleasant but it is even worse when you have to deal with it on your family vacation!  Our Bella decided to cut her two bottom teeth right when my husband started a 10 day vacation break.  I can typically deal with the grouchy moods and the slobbers but when they are accompanied by high fever I just have to stop everything and snuggle in the rocking chair.  It’s hard to do that when you have a condo booked out of state!  We had such a hard time trying to decide if we should stay home or try to make the 5 hour drive with a puny baby.  After weighing our options we decided to give her a dose of baby ibuprofen and make the journey as quickly as possible.   Thankfully the little lady handled the trip very well and took advantage of the time to sleep off that wicked fever.  The last few miles were the worst as she was more than ready to be OUT of the vehicle by that time.   After a day of total rest in the condo she was back as good as new and had two nice and shiny new teeth to smile about.  Though we made it okay I would definitely not want to do it again.

I felt so sorry for her!  


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