Well, Saturday was a great day...almost. Molly had a little dance performance at the mall. She did great! She isn't nervous, just does her thing. She's a smart little one. I asked her what she was going to do, without the teacher in front doing it. She said all matter of fact..."There's this girl who knows it really well, I just watch her if I forget." Pretty cute. But then....this happened...
As my mother in law says..."This kid is stiches waiting to happen." It's true. He falls all the time. Sam was standing right next to him, but he tripped and slammed his head against one of those toy car things at the mall. The cars that Garrett begs me(and strangers passing by) for quarters. I hate them even more now. He fell asleep on the way to the hospital sucking his fingers and moaning in the back. It broke my heart. But that was only the beginning. Everything was great about our ER visit until the doc came in. He poked litocaine in him and got him crying pretty good...but then started stitching. He didn't wait more than a minute. I just figured they had some pretty great numbing stuff....oh no. The first stitch went through and Hansen screamed BLOODY MURDER. It was horrifying. As he continued as if nothing happened. I voiced my concern(in a very nice way...not crazy mom way) about the numbness. He just kept going. That sound coming out of my baby boy's mouth will haunt me forever. By the end, I wanted to grab the hook and put it right in the doc's face. I took Hansen out of there...and this last pic is what he looked like right after. He is fine. Happy. It is moments like these that I remember that this life is "but a small moment." Some of the teeny tiny moments are so heart breaking. But we can only do the best we can. It made me more grateful for those REALLY good people you meet in life.(not the mean ones) Those people that are just kind to complete strangers. Like tonight Garrett went fishing and a complete stranger would hook a fish and then hand the pole to Garrett and say, "Hold my pole, I gotta go get something." So Garrett thought he had caught it. This guy had nothing to gain, and was just kind. I want to be like that.(Not like the ER doc we hope to NEVER meet again).
As my mother in law says..."This kid is stiches waiting to happen." It's true. He falls all the time. Sam was standing right next to him, but he tripped and slammed his head against one of those toy car things at the mall. The cars that Garrett begs me(and strangers passing by) for quarters. I hate them even more now. He fell asleep on the way to the hospital sucking his fingers and moaning in the back. It broke my heart. But that was only the beginning. Everything was great about our ER visit until the doc came in. He poked litocaine in him and got him crying pretty good...but then started stitching. He didn't wait more than a minute. I just figured they had some pretty great numbing stuff....oh no. The first stitch went through and Hansen screamed BLOODY MURDER. It was horrifying. As he continued as if nothing happened. I voiced my concern(in a very nice way...not crazy mom way) about the numbness. He just kept going. That sound coming out of my baby boy's mouth will haunt me forever. By the end, I wanted to grab the hook and put it right in the doc's face. I took Hansen out of there...and this last pic is what he looked like right after. He is fine. Happy. It is moments like these that I remember that this life is "but a small moment." Some of the teeny tiny moments are so heart breaking. But we can only do the best we can. It made me more grateful for those REALLY good people you meet in life.(not the mean ones) Those people that are just kind to complete strangers. Like tonight Garrett went fishing and a complete stranger would hook a fish and then hand the pole to Garrett and say, "Hold my pole, I gotta go get something." So Garrett thought he had caught it. This guy had nothing to gain, and was just kind. I want to be like that.(Not like the ER doc we hope to NEVER meet again).
that's horrible! so sorry for both you and tough little Hansen. that doctor must not have kids of his own.
ReplyDeleteWhen I am living through those ER moments it is always terrible, but it's usually not until I get home that the anger builds and I want to give those "mean" people a piece of my mind...I'm glad he was smiling in the end!
ReplyDeletePoor little Hansen! That is so sad. I am going to tell Justin that he better make sure to NEVER make that mistake!!!! That just breaks my heart... for you and for him. I hope he is doing better.
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