We had bragged too soon that it was a perfect, stress free day. My, how fast things can change. Jason had just put the meat on the grill. The boys had been playing inside for not long enough when they decided to join their daddy! I had taken my 'mud clothes' off and was comfy in my pjs getting the trimmings/veggies going on the stove! It wasn't long until Dalt came in saying Cays had hit the truck. Well, Cays hits the truck alot! Then the door flew open with Jason in panic mode saying "I don't know how bad it is, it's bad, I just don't know how bad, I can't see, it is dark out". Jason takes the bloody rag off my baby boy's full of blood head. I can handle blood. I can handle holes in the body! I can handle broken bones, etc but at this point in time I could not SEE if my 3 year old son even had an eye left. I could not tell through the blood what was cut, how bad or where. All I knew was with our pressure, we could not get the bleeding to stop. We were finally able to tell it was directly above his eye. Not his eye. ***THANK YOU JESUS****
(Jason has the before stitches picture on his phone, I will try to remember to insert soon)
Now I can laugh about how crazy the night was. It took me several days to get to that point, you see, each time I looked at my child or closed my eyes, I could just picture him coming in the door, I could visualize him putting his eye out, i knew he had to be scared, and hurt. As I mentioned above, I was comfy in my pjs. My PJs this night was just a tank and shorts. I run into the bedroom where the freshly folded laundry waited! I grabbed Jason's brown jogging pants, a grey thermal shirt, my black tennis shoes and my BRA! Yes my Bra! I felt like my hubby's favorite Nascar drive Jimmie Johnson taking them curves to the left while getting dressed and praying so hard to get us there in one piece and for him to be ok. I was a hot mess! Oh and I forgot socks! No socks! Our two other boys were in the back crying bless their little sweet hearts! Fast forward a few minutes later we meet my in laws on the way to put the other 2 in their car and take them home while we go to ER. My M.I.L. says we are too upset to drive safely, she was right! My F.I.L. takes the 2 crying kiddos back to his house (we later learn he gives them chocolate to calm their nerves, they play ball and are just fine) We wait at the ER for about 30 minutes. 30 minutes too long for my child that is still bleeding, that was blacking out on the way and slurring his speech. I decided to call a walk in urgent care clinic. Fast forward a few more minutes later and we are getting his head numbed, cleaned, scanned and xrayed. Thank Heavens all his scans were perfectly fine! Oh, I just realized I didn't tell all details of the above event! * The Cays hit the truck part was he and his 2 brothers had been jumping in and out of daddy's truck. Daddy told them to stop this before some was hurt, so they did. They just left the tailgate down as they started playing with other toys running around in the yard. Then Cays caught the corner of the tailgate with his head/eye. As you will see in the pictures, we were just so fortunate. He was cut under his eye, extremely close and the gash is right at his eyebrow. Very FORTUNATE!!!!
I have already sent an email bragging and thanking the doctors and the staff, for it to be traumatic for him, it all went really smooth (once I dressed) But God was definitely in control, no doubt! Cays even mentioned to someone that "Jesus got my eye". The jingle at the clinic is "we treat you like family" and that is exactly what and how we were treated. Physicians Quality Care went above and beyond! When I called while we were impatiently waiting at the ER just to see if they did lacerations, I'm sure they could sense my urgency and nerves. She told me there would not be a wait, if it was a child and he was bleeding he would get priority and he did. They got us straight back, turned him some cartoons on, fixed him a slushy while waiting on numbing medicine to numb! Even made the scans/xrays fun for him! (another praise, NO Internal Damage) They sang silly songs with him, kept him as calm as possible with a scared hurt 3 year old. They played Pirate Eye with Him through his sterile draping cloth! Told me and daddy what was going on every step of the way! *It is very important to keep mommy and daddy calm if they are trying to keep toddler calm* They told him he would get stickers, suckers, he needed milkshakes and lots of icecream after and that he had to get cool bandaids!!!!!! I never felt rushed, I never felt like "oh my gosh get us out of here, I never felt "how much longer of a wait" I never felt anything but like Family was working on my baby boy. I'm sure there are complaints, I'm sure someone didn't like that we jumped ahead of their kid's snotty nose, sprained ankle, but I'm sure that JMCGH would not have treated us the same. *There was even a young guy that we met at JMCGH ER that came in behind us at PQC, the mom said they had been sitting there over an hour and half, his hand was wrapped in gauze and it was still bleeding through* I was very thankful that God gave me a brain to think to call them before sitting in the ER all night. Just all worked out smoothly!
10 stitches later, a week of oral antibiotics, topical antibiotic cream, dial soap, neosporin, vitamin E and mederma, he is just fine! We had to return to the MD 5 days post Tennessee Tailgating! They were not ready to be removed, he would bust it back open. I didn't think they were ready, and I didn't want them to take a few then him have to go back and do it all over again... So, we showed back up Saturday night. What I didn't want to happen, happened. The ones on each side were ready, the middle not so much. He was such a big guy! Doctor bragged, mommy and daddy high fived him, lil brother told him good job bubba! Then he had just a little melt down when they got close to the middle part. Then Lil Brother had a melt down b/c Cays was having a melt down. I felt so sorry for them both and the poor doctor. It upset him that he upset BOTH of them!!!!! Told us to give the middle another day or two and try again. Ugh! Monday night we headed back! It was the worst! They were in just long enough the skin had grew over a little, this caused the doctor to have to cut them out a little, It was just awful. Daddy had to hold his head down, mommy had to sit on his little legs, and little brother cried with him again. 1, 2, 3 and they are out now too! We bled a little. We did the antibiotic, dial, etc routine once we got home and put one of his super cool bandaids on it! We are gonna scar, but we are all gonna be just fine!!!!!
***Things (stitches) come and go, but you start and end with family***
