Emergency Room
I could tell anyone who is reading that we had a great day... had a fantastic swim lesson, played, shopped, ate a cheap lunch. That I was interested in the language development of my son... but who cares...
I sparked your interest in the title... We did make our first trip to the Emergency Room. About 4:00pm I thought it was a good idea to start dinner. I had ham on the stove and I was cutting potatoes. I was attempting to make 2 different dinners since I work tomorrow.... so I had Espen on the chair with a butter knife cutting ham... when I switched to potatoes, naturally he wanted one also. I have done this MANY times. He "cuts" while I make dinner...
We were talking and cutting and suddenly he had the knife through the potatoe and for some reason put the knife in his mouth and BAM, he jammed it into the back of his mouth...I saw him grab his throat and start screaming and then I saw the BLOOD. My first reaction was to grab him, the phone and keys and head to the emergency room. He stopped crying when I held him and I was able to look in his mouth with my book light (it was the only light I could find in a house of flashlights). I could see blood and a scratch... It looked like I needed to make the call to the pediatrician. And after some minutes explaining the situation, they thought it was best if I take him to the Children's Hospital emercency room. On a good day that is 20 mintues away.. today it was RUSH HOUR and it took about 45. So from the time it happened to the time I walked in the door of the hospital, it was 1 hour. He was calm but clinging to me.
When it was time for the nurses to take his vitals, he flipped out!! Screamed, pushed them away and polietly through clenched teeth said NO THANKS. Sweet little boy. But ultimately, they got it done. And an 45 minutes later the doctor was telling me I had done the right thing in taking him in but he was fine!! OH YES! I did feel foolish but SO DARN RELIEVED. Seems as if the main artery to the brain runs right behind where he scratched himself. It is back by his tonsils. Poor baby. Stupid mommy.
But all is well. We had SHAMROCK SHAKES for dinner and snuggles. And talked alot about the emergency room, the hospital and the nice people. An attempt to calm his fears for our next visit, which I am certain will eventually happen.
And no more knives.... and no more dinner cooking... (haha yea right!)
I sparked your interest in the title... We did make our first trip to the Emergency Room. About 4:00pm I thought it was a good idea to start dinner. I had ham on the stove and I was cutting potatoes. I was attempting to make 2 different dinners since I work tomorrow.... so I had Espen on the chair with a butter knife cutting ham... when I switched to potatoes, naturally he wanted one also. I have done this MANY times. He "cuts" while I make dinner...
We were talking and cutting and suddenly he had the knife through the potatoe and for some reason put the knife in his mouth and BAM, he jammed it into the back of his mouth...I saw him grab his throat and start screaming and then I saw the BLOOD. My first reaction was to grab him, the phone and keys and head to the emergency room. He stopped crying when I held him and I was able to look in his mouth with my book light (it was the only light I could find in a house of flashlights). I could see blood and a scratch... It looked like I needed to make the call to the pediatrician. And after some minutes explaining the situation, they thought it was best if I take him to the Children's Hospital emercency room. On a good day that is 20 mintues away.. today it was RUSH HOUR and it took about 45. So from the time it happened to the time I walked in the door of the hospital, it was 1 hour. He was calm but clinging to me.
When it was time for the nurses to take his vitals, he flipped out!! Screamed, pushed them away and polietly through clenched teeth said NO THANKS. Sweet little boy. But ultimately, they got it done. And an 45 minutes later the doctor was telling me I had done the right thing in taking him in but he was fine!! OH YES! I did feel foolish but SO DARN RELIEVED. Seems as if the main artery to the brain runs right behind where he scratched himself. It is back by his tonsils. Poor baby. Stupid mommy.
But all is well. We had SHAMROCK SHAKES for dinner and snuggles. And talked alot about the emergency room, the hospital and the nice people. An attempt to calm his fears for our next visit, which I am certain will eventually happen.
And no more knives.... and no more dinner cooking... (haha yea right!)
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