Pounced Right Into The ER

We’ve had two ER visits since early December. One for LM and his gruesome finger injury and one for BG. And the reason for her visit scared me more than anything else ever has.

On Monday, the girl and I were on the bed playing lions. She was the lion and I was the gazelle, which she planned to eat for supper. When she scooted back a bit on the bed to pounce, she went too far and fell backwards off the bed. It seemed like it happened in slow motion. One second she had that big happy face she was trying to contort into a serious face to start her roar, and the next she was wide-eyed and going backwards.

She hit her head on the exercise bike next to the bed. I ran around to grab her, and she was screaming as blood came down from the back of her head. My husband ran in to see what was going on and grabbed some paper towels to stop the bleeding, but they were quickly soaked through. I grabbed a white towel and the part I pressed against her head quickly turned red, too.

“Drive to the ER or call 911?” I asked my husband. He said the hospital since by the time it took an ambulance to reach us, we could be almost at the ER anyway. I drove and he sat in the back with the girl. At that point, I was pretty fucking concerned, but not freaking out. And then my husband started yelling at BG to wake up. I looked around to see that she was barely keeping her eyes open. It took all three of us shouting to keep her awake. After we’d get her alert, she’d nearly doze off again.

“I can’t do this anymore!” she sobbed after getting her to wake up/alert several times.

Y’all, I was more scared than I’ve ever been then. Blood loss and a head injury and having to fight to keep her awake? I really thought I was about to lose her. And then LM started screaming that she was dying, which certainly didn’t help matters. I was praying up a storm.

Around that time, LM grabbed the phone and called 911. My husband took it and they told us not to stop and to continue driving to the hospital. Making it to the hospital without wrecking or running over someone is probably a miracle in itself.

When we went inside the ER, a nurse came out and checked out BG’s head. The bleeding had slowed down, so she put some gauze and a bandage on it and tossed the bloody towel we came in with. The girl was sobbing but wasn’t dozing off anymore and was alert, thankfully. The nurse said they were slammed because of the flu, but that BG would be seen quicker because of her age. I don’t want to know what not being seen quickly would have meant, as we waited almost four hours.

When they finally called BG back, we waited a while and then a doctor (well, a PA) came in. He spent a few minutes in with her and said she could go home after the nurse cleaned the wound. He said it looked worse than it was because head injuries bleed so much. The wound wasn’t as big as we thought it would’ve been, and the PA said he could put a staple in it to close it or wait and see if the pediatrician next day and see if she thought it needed one. We opted for waiting since BG was already freaking out from the guy examining her, and he had zero patience with her.

She wrote this note for me while we waited. Its meant to say, “Dear Mommy, I am okay. ❤ N–“

I was concerned about the possibility of concussion since BG was dozing off in the car, so I asked about that. The PA said no since she was talking and that sometimes kids get sleepy in cars. What happened with BG wasn’t the same as a kid napping, so I guess the loss of blood just had her feeling woozy. It seemed like so much at the time, but I guess it wasn’t, relatively speaking.

We saw a pediatrician the following day, and she thought her wound looked looked like it would heal fine, so no staple needed. Whew. (She was shocked that the guy at the ER let her leave without one if he thought it was possible she needed one, though.) She evaluated the girl for a concussion, too, and said she thought she was fine but to watch out for behavioral changes.

The wound seems to be healing up very nicely! BG has done a good job at not picking at the scab and letting us keep it clean, so I don’t think we’ll have to worry about infection.

It’s something how an injury that seemed life-threatening at one point ended up being totally fine. (Knock on wood!) My husband commented that he guessed she didn’t even need to go to the ER after all, but I think it was the right call, blood or no blood.

You’d think that the whole thing would make BG slow down a little, but nope. I went in my bedroom this afternoon and found her sitting on top of a stack of pillows on my bed.

“I’m on Pride Rock!” she said and roared and then fell off the stack. At least Pride Rock wasn’t at the edge of the bed.

On another note, it’s time to work on my next book — “Five Little Lion Cubs Catching A Gazelle On the Bed.” 😉

Week 51 Brain Dump

The girl recovered from her hand injury. Pretty sure she played it up a bit, and she was none too pleased about doing her makeup work, but she’s all good. And two days after taking off her bandage, we had to put it on LM because he had a hell of a freak injury.

My husband and son were out Saturdaydoing their play stuff when I called to check on them. My husband said, “LM slammed his hand in a door. I’ve gotta go” and hung up. I was thinking that sucked, but didn’t think too much of it because that shit happens sometimes. I slammed mine in the bedroom door a couple days prior, and it hurt like a son of a bitch for a little while but was fine.

Yeah, no.

He called me back a short time later and told me to meet him and LM at the ER and that LM might lose a finger.

Holy fucking shit.

I dropped off BG and got to the hospital. When I got there, they were moving LM from triage to a bed in the bay to be examined by a doctor. The doctor came in quickly, and I got my first look at the finger, and it literally looked like someone picked up the top of his finger and moved it to the side.

Sorta like that.

The doctor asked us to step outside the curtained area. He told us that it didn’t look good and that we should expect for it to be amputated.

Holy fucking shit again.

My husband told me that looked good compared to how it looked early on. He said the finger was at almost a 45-degree angle and looked like it was barely hanging out.

HFSx3.

The doctor had a radiologist wheel in an X-ray machine, and then we found out that as bad as it looked, he wouldn’t likely lose the finger. Apparently the top joint of the finger was badly dislocated, and with the deep lacerations on both sides of the joint, it just looked like it was barely hanging on by a thread. Whew. The doctor numbed LM’s finger as best as he could and put the joint back in place. Watching that poor child go through that was just awful. He kept it together much better than I could have. He went to the ortho today, and everything looks reasonably well, He just has to keep the splint on for a while and watch out for infection.

Tough little dude for sure.

That is LM’s second injury for the year. A few months ago, he was doing a zipline when the seat popped up and hit him right above the eye. He had to get liquid stitches for that one. Hopefully he’ll get through 2020 without any breaks or stitches.


Can y’all believe we have less than 10 days until Christmas? Craziness. We still haven’t gotten our Christmas cards ready. This week is gonna be kinda wild, too. The girl has her therapy appointments, there is a field trip, a class party to help with, plus the boy needs me to make something for him to take to his party. (Which his teacher says is super secret and not to tell anyone, haha.) I also have my baking to do.

  • Crockpot Christmas crack
  • Non-crock Christmas crack
  • Andes chocolate bark
  • Chocolate dipped Oreos
  • Chocolate dipped pretzels
  • Chocolate peanut butter crisps
  • Strawberry cupcakes
  • Chocolate cupcakes

I need to do it all on Wednesday, so that’s gonna be a busy — but yummy — day.

We’re doing Christmas with the MIL on Sunday. And hopefully we’ll do some Christmasy stuff this weekend. Ice skating is out with LM’s hand (and it’s probably best for the rest of us to avoid anything that could cause a trip to the ER), but we need to go see Santa, do Winterfest, see Christmas lights, and start our movie marathon. And crafts. I’m glad the kids will have a couple days off school before Christmas!


I love how Baby Girl’s brain works. (Most of the time.) She had a question on a worksheet last where she had to shade the two objects that belonged together and cross off the one that didn’t fit in. One such question had a doctor, a pickup truck, and a box truck. I’m going to color the image to make it look the way she originally had it.

She made the box truck into an ambulance to make it and the doctor go together. I told her I liked how she thought and explained what the teacher was going for, but she acted like she had no idea why the two vehicles would belong together lol.


I had to stop writing this post to go somewhere, and I feel like I had more to write for my brain dump, but I’m blanking. Maybe I’ll do a Brain Dump Part 2 later. Maybe not. Have a good week!