Stevie's 2nd ER visit

Well, since Babycenter seems to be down, I guess I will try to tell you about Stevie's Saturday ER visit. It feels like I was in a fog and its a little hard to remember, but here goes.

I was getting ready to take a trip to Idiot-Mart Saturday evening, so I was trying to get Stevie to put his socks and shoes on. All of a sudden, he starts screaming..."Momma, my toe!" He runs into the bathroom and his middle toe is just gushing blood. I pick him up and stick his foot under cold running water. That didnt slow the bleeding, just made him hurt. I grabbed a washcloth and pinched his toe hard with it. Pressure didnt slow the bleeding either. So I am out of ideas now. I call Andy in to see it. He didnt know what else to do. ER? Neither of us really want to take him. So Andy call Lynn to see what she thinks. I am so glad she had 2 boys of her own too. We can call for advice, day or night, and she knows the answer. Yep, ER, here we come. Somebody has to stay home with Sammy, so I get to take Stevie. Yay. Andy called my dad to drive us since I was still holding the washcloth over Stevie's toe.

My dad gets to our house and of course, he wants to see it too. By then, the bleeding had slowed down, but it still was really gross. We load up in the HHR and off we go. When we get to the hospital, I realize that the damn child locks were keeping me from getting out of the back seat. So I climb over Stevie and get out his door, grab him out of the car seat and stumble into the ER to check in.

The lady at the front desk was really sweet. She must be used to the panicked parent state of mind because she let us in without any hassle. One of the EMTs there took us in a room to get vitals and stuff. When he got out the clipy thing with the red light for the pulse, Stevie flipped out. "No no no no, its gonna hurt!!!" "Honey, it cant hurt any more than your foot, its just a light. It just looks scary." "My foot not hurt." That was a shock, it sure looks like it hurts! So the vitals were taken and we got sent back into the waiting area and the registration desk. We register and get taken back into the ER.

So the Doc comes in and looks for a minute. Stevie gets to have his foot washed and an X-Ray(thank God for insurance). No stitches because "sutures would be to painful and would not hold anyway." He flirts with the nurse as she is cleaning out his toe and putting a band-aid on it. I try to explain an X-Ray to him. "Its like on House", "It shows your bones", and finally, "Its a picture of the inside of your foot." That he understood. He is really excited now. He squirmed through the entire set of X-Rays, the tech finally just asked if I could hold his foot still. I did, gladly.

When the X-Rays came back, the doc came in to tell us the good news. "No broken bones, no debris in the wound. The nurse will be in shortly to discharge you." So he was fine, just a split toe. To this day, we still cant figure out what the hell he cut his foot on. He keeps telling us "I dont remember" when we ask him anything about it. We dont even know whether it happened in the living room or kitchen!

I still cant believe that it didnt hurt, the poor little guy! He was such a trooper during the whole ordeal. I was more freaked out than he was. I can handle the gross stuff like puke, poop, boogers, etc, but not blood. Ha ha, Andy cant tolerate any of it. But I am really surprised that I didnt pass out. I didnt know a kid had that much blood in them. This whole ordeal made me realize that no matter how many kids I have, I feel like a new mom every single day. Every freaking day I feel like my brain had fallen out my ass while I was sleeping. We still have to get Sammy through this stage too. It is a little overwhelming.

In the back of my mind I was thinking about how different it would be if Stevie would have been a girl. This probably would have been (1) much worse, (2) a better story and (3) far more dramatic. Yay for having all boys! If I can get him to sit still long enough and if I can find the right USB cable (that he hid from me) for the new camera, I might try to get a picture of his war wound to post.

So thats the story of his 2nd ER visit.

It blows my mind to think that he is almost three and only been to the ER twice! While I was pregnant with him, I imagined that the ER would be a second home, being that he has the worlds clumsiest parents. Good thing I was completely wrong about it.