We went down there, and we were there probably a little longer than we planned, but it was the nicest day we've had in a while so we were kind of soaking it up! Luckily, there was a port-o-potty outside the fence, because Carson and I were both dying!! He went first, and then while I was inside, decided he would climb the fence against his dad's wishes. He climbed to the top, and unfortunately the fence was installed upside down, because all of the spokes that are designed to go into the ground were sticking out at the top. Garry hollered at him to get down before he got hurt...Famous last words! Garry started to walk over to the fence to help him down, and Carson lost his footing, and one of the spokes punctured his arm. Luckily, Garry was already near him, because he was slightly hanging from the fence from his little arm. Garry grabbed him up, and pulled his arm off of the fence.
I missed the entire event because I was in the port-o-potty, but Garry is like, hurry up! We're starting to walk. As I come out and catch up on the current events, I look at it, and we try to decide whether or not we should take him to the emergency room. While it wasn't really a wide wound, the post did seem to go pretty deep in his arm, and for a brief moment, he was hanging from the fence. We decided to go to be safe, I didn't realize that tetanus was included with baby immunizations, and that was truly my biggest concern. We attempted to go to Urgent Care because we thought it might be a bit quicker, but unfortuanately missed them by about 5 minutes. So we trekked back over to the hostable (as Carson calls it) to the ER. We were pleasantly surprised that there was almost no wait! They took his vitals, and we waited only a few minutes for the Dr. Carson was first seen by a student, and he told us what he thought, and then the dr. came in to check the diagnosis. The student thought he would probably need a stitch or two, but the dr. said they would wait to decide until they got it all cleaned out.
They came in and put some novacaine gel on his arm, and wrapped it up so that it would get numb, and then we had the longest wait of the night. About 15 minutes waiting for his arm to get numb. When the dr, and student came back in they were toting a baby papoose board.... Really the worst part of our experience!!!! The dr. told Carson it was a little sleeping bag, that they were going to wrap him up in. They asked him to lay down on the table, and then proceeded to cacoon him onto this board. He starts grunting, and struggling because he can't move, which is sort of the point I guess. Up to this point, I was doing fine, accidents happen, that is why we go to the dr. Even though I felt bad for him all wrapped up, I knew they wouldn't be able to get him to hold still if they didn't some what restrict him. So Garry and I sat close to try and comfort him. Everything was going great, they were getting the puncture all irrigated and cleaned out, and then they decided they were going to put two stitches in.
I was holding Carson's head so that he couldn't see what they were doing, but somehow he still felt it when they started to stitch him up. He started this blood-curdling scream, and I lost it! I start bawling, and Carson is screaming, and the dr. continues on his merry way. I mean I'm glad he didn't stop, but I think it was the first time in his little life that I have really felt pain on behalf of my child. I know he was just scared, I felt bad for him. Luckily, I pulled myself together, and before we knew it, they were done, and we got to get out of the papoose contraption. We got all of the rest of the paperwork filled out, and instructions to see our regular dr to remove the stitches in 7-10 days, and we were on our way with promises of Lightening McQueen bandaids to make all the pain go away!
We drove around a little bit to knock him out, so bedtime could be as uneventful as possible, and as Garry was pulling him out of the car, our poor traumatized child mumbles in his sleep, "nooooo, don't poke me!!"
This morning, when he wakes up, I asked him if he wanted to put his Lightening McQueen band-aid on. He said yes, but up to this point, he didn't know he had gotten stitches, because the dr. had put a band-aid on it before he looked. He looks at it, and in disgust tells me, "I don't want stidchies in my arm, they do not make me feel good!" Oy, what a week this will be!
At least our first trip to the ER was not as traumatic as it could have been, we did make it 4 1/2 years before our first trip!
2 comments:
whew! What a story!! Glad everyone is ok.
It will be 7 years in June ER trip free with two kids... (knock on wood)
Ouch....ouch. I can imagine how scared he was. Sad. I'm glad y'all got through it.
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