Day from Hell Adds Cruel Accolades

Whew. So this is what my baby girl’s face looks like this morning. She doesn’t have a cleft, but she sure does have the stitches through the vermilion of her lip up to her nostril.  Same place and everything. What a freakin day.

Let me take you back…

The morning began with Abby dry heaving in her crib, only I didn’t realize it at first- I just thought she was ready to start her day. Nope- as I picked her up, I realized her little body was convulsing. Poor baby! She spent the rest of the morning sucking on popsicles then, barfing them all over me and the family room. Late morning, David picked Bean up at preschool, and brought home some french fries for Bean’s lunch. Abby ate about 5 fries, and, miracle of miracles, they stayed down. Hooray for grease and starch!

Then phone rings, and it’s a childhood friend I haven’t talked to in a few months- we are busy catching up, Bean and Abby are watching Wubsy, and there is no barf in sight. Shreeeeeeeeik!!!! What?! I run in the living room- Abby is sitting on the floor, blood all over her face, and Bean is hiding in the TV cabinet, screaming “I’m sorry Abby! I’m sorry Abby! SORRY!!”- I toss the phone on the couch, yelp to my friend that I HAVE TO GO- scream for David, and start to feel sick as I wipe the blood away to reveal the wicked, red gash of flesh on my daughter’s face.

“David!! DAVID!!!- Get Bean in the car- we have to go to the ER, NOW!!” I scoop her up, grab a kitchen towel, grab the phone, try and call Nana, mis-dial three times in my fluster, tell Nana we are dropping Bean off and we are going to the ER because my daughter…is…bleeding. Of course, all of this is accompanied by the symphony of Abby wailing and Bean screaming “I’m sorry!” (poor Bean- it was an accident- but he was traumatized)

There is a hospital close to where we live, but when we saw the triage nurse, she told us Abby needed plastics to fix this one, otherwise she could have a terrible scar. She sent us downtown to the big children’s hospital- and thank heavens she did. What an amazing place.

The ER at the children’s hospital is wonderful. It’s all just for kids- they take the kids to their rooms in Radio Flyer wagons, they have Little Tykes red cars with IV drip poles mounted to them, there are flat-screen TVs in every room, with tons of DVD’s to choose from.  If an ER can be a good place, they had it in aces.

We had to wait a while, but they put us in a room with Dora and Diego for Abby’s entertainment, and she was calm and distracted. We were waiting for the Peds plastic surgeon to arrive. I’m glad we did. Once she looked at Abby, she told us she would need to knock her out in order to really do a good job and minimize scarring potential. This made me nervous, but I also knew Abby would not want to be 14 and look like Frankenstein’s monster.

Never seen anything so wonderful as that Peds nurse who put Abby’s IV in- tiny hand, tiny vein, tiny needle- one stick, perfect the first time. Give the woman a medal.

When they started the procedure, the SIX nurses in the room let David and I sit in the corner while they all gathered around the bed, each doing something different- there was a tiny blood pressure cuff on her leg, tiny monitors on her back and heart, a tiny pulse-ox on her big toe, and one special nurse, up by Abby’s head, who whispered sweet, comforting words and held small flashing lights for her too see as she nodded off to dream land. Her whole job, I later learned, was to comfort the child. Wow.

I quietly cried the whole time.

When they were done, the doctor told me kids usually come out of the anesthesia better if you talk to them, so I went to her bed and started softly calling her name- Abby… Abby… mama’s here, sweet girl…

She turned her head, groggy and swollen, cracked her eyes, and said “Maaaa-mmmmaaa…,” then looking down, “Daaaaaaad” in the sweetest, drunkest sounding little voice you ever heard. My heart sang, and everyone laughed.

After about an hour, she was alert enough to eat a popsicle, and the nurses said if she kept it down, we were good to go. We got to go.

The cherry on top: Jeffrey went to a friends house after school, arranged from the ER on the last remaining drivels of cell-phone battery. When we picked him up, he had just had dinner, and on the way to the car, he looked a little green, said “Mom, I think I’m gonna…” and promptly hurled in their front bushes.

So, how was your day?

(Many thanks to Mo for posting an update last night- that’s a good friend, who will hack into your blog and tell the world what’s up when you are otherwise engaged! Oh, and Heather O, this is why I never called you back yesterday!)

30 thoughts on “Day from Hell Adds Cruel Accolades

  1. Oh. My. Word. What a terrible, awful, no good, very bad day! I’m so glad that, at the very least, your baby got some wonderful care! Soooo… what exactly DID Beanie do to cause the incident? Does anyone know?

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  3. Phew. I’m glad everybody is okay (or will be, right?). When you didn’t call back, my morbid imagination wandered all over the place. But poor Abby! Poor Bean! Poor YOU! Sending you lots of cyber hugs, and some strawberry jam is on the way!

  4. Oh, my! I am so so so sorry. That sounds absolutely terrifying. But aren’t children’s hospitals the best? They are so on top of what the kids AND the parents need. I started to tear up a little for you during the surgery. I’m so glad Abby is okay, and glad that you had a couple of good hospitals to go to–yay for that first triage nurse who sent you to the other hospital.

    And, oh, Tracy, I’ve never met you but you really are in my prayers lately. Good luck and hold tight.

  5. I’m with Wiz –what did Bean accidentally do?

    What a crazy day. But hallelujah for such a fabulous ER! I still can’t believe how great that place sounds.

    Here’s hoping the puking stops and the stitches heal quickly…

  6. Well, near as we can figure out, he was hiding in the tv armoire, and he flung the doors on the bottom open with great gusto, and the corner of the door caught her square in the mouth.

  7. I have that exact same scar. I got it 4 years ago when I got between my two dogs. I am also grateful I was advised to see a plastic surgeon. I still have a little scar, but most people don’t even notice unless I point it out.

    My best advice is after the stitches come out keep it covered in sunscreen all the time. If it tans the color will stay. I was also told to get a silicone gel and apply that every morning and every night. There are a few different over-the-counter brands out there.

    Good luck with her. It sounds like it was a rough day.

  8. What a day! Hope things calm down soon. Hmm… I bet it’s a while before Bean hides in the tv amoire and swings the doors open like that again!!

    What a great nurse at the first hospital to send you to Children’s, and what a FANTASTIC Children’s Hospital you have! I love our Children’s, but it doesn’t measure up to this ER.

    I am glad that such a traumatic experience turned out so well. I hope you get a long “me time” break to just breathe and refill your bucket.

    Continual prayers and hugs headed your way.

  9. Well, hopefully Abby won’t be the kind of sister that will forever hold this over Beans head, seeing that he is already traumatized over this….maybe she’s young enough that it won’t happen! Glad that things worked themselves out and that you got to go home.

  10. Here’s hoping for a speedy recovery…from both the stitches and puking running through the family.
    Prayers continually sent your way.
    Hoping life calms down for you and your family soon, sending Sunshine your way.

  11. HOLY CRAP!! If I am having a bad day, I will remember this one.

    Amid all of the fear and anxiety, it’s wonderful how comforting it can be to be around those who really care. I am glad you had that experience to ease the trauma of the ordeal.

  12. I’ve been lurking and reading for a while, now. I hope you don’t my coming out of the woodwork, or linking your blog on mine. That won’t get you any increased traffic, but I really like what you write.

    Back to hiding.

  13. Ha! No, the barfing continues this morning. I just put away the carpet cleaner, after rinsing the ucky chunks o’ barf from the collections container. I love life!

  14. Oh. My. Heck. I have been of baby sitting and haven’t had access to much of my account. TRACY! ack!

    Well I am glad all went well, but I know from experience that those were not easy hours in the e.r. or afterward. To give you consolation and hope, our #5 was very light blond (you know that electric white hair some kids have?) -very fair, and she went through facial stitches twice; once above her eye and then on her lip…almost the same place as your little one. She’s 21 now and no one notices unless she explains how her shoelace got stuck in a door or how having a really great wagon ride can sometimes take you right to the surgeon’s table.

    Any sibling involvement will eventually fade to humour and consolation, and eventually, no one will remember this day as horrific as it was. (except momma, sorry)

    I am sad you are going through all this. Hugs from SoCAL. Hang in there, you are not alone.

  15. Just popping over from MMW. What a day! I hope today goes better. Make your visiting teachers come over to help! You’ve been having such a tough time lately, you really deserve the support.

  16. That nurse does deserve a medal and I am so glad you were able to get such good care for Abby.

    Big hugs to you and David, and hope the barfing stops soon. Hope you get a chance to rest this weekend. UGH!!!

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