Our house has been buzzing all afternoon. The kids were out of school at noon because of testing. I used to love those days! We had friends over this afternoon, and all of the boys went down in the creek and were building. Digging. Having a blast in the mud. I was sitting in the kitchen with a friend, enjoying the beautiful sunny afternoon as we listened to the kids outside playing and getting filthy. I've heard so many versions of this story so I'll have to give you several different angles. First from Shea.
Shea: Mom, Brayden just walked over to us and said (she mimmicked him- straight-faced, matter of fact approach), "if you want to see a lot of blood, go look at Reilly's hand."
I don't remember who came into the house with the news, but no one seemed really shaken up. I caught a bit of someone's words though, and realized that Reilly had cut his hand. He was slowly making his way over to the house.
Anyway, I don't need to make a short story really long, so I'll cut to the chase. He had been digging in the creek, and came upon a large piece of glass that did some significant damage to the palm of his hand near his pinky. It wasn't even bothering him that much. By the time he got to me, I could see the blood, but not a tear or even a hint of one. I had to coax him to let me look at it.
"Come here, Reilly." I brought a clean rag with me. The skin had sort of flapped back over the cut, so it was a little hard to see how bad it was. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it a little to see the damage. YUCK. It was deep, and bleeding a lot now.
Anyway, I had to throw him in the shower (he had mud dried in his eyebrows and everywhere else) and then dress him since he couldn't do it himself. Kurt came home and I took him to see our kind doctor (who opened his office after hours to serve us!!). Shea wanted to come with. So we got situated in the office and Dr. Glenn began to check it out. He was talking about the needle for numbing, the stitches, etc. Shea was very fascinated and interested. She was standing and watching him clean it out, when something I was NOT expecting happened.
"Mom, I can't really see anything." I turned to Shea, and she wasn't looking too good. I kept watching her for a moment, and she said, "Mom, I don't feeeeeeeeeeeel too goooooooo..." she sort of trailed off in slurred speach as I grabbed her and moved her backward to the chair. I still wasn't sure what was happening, because it happened so quick, but her head leaned back and her eyes rolled back into her head...I put my arm behind her head as the doctor suggested we lay her down across the two chairs. We got her laid down, and he picked up her legs to get the blood flowing back to her head. She quickly snapped back with it, and looked like a deer in the headlights. She had NO idea what was going on. I couldn't help but laugh out loud and attempt to take pictures with my phone!! She was still unable to recognize what was happening, but soon came to enough to realize that she had "passed out"! I had no idea that an eight year old could even do that!
Anyway, Reilly is doing well with his six stitches and hand wrapped neatly up in gauze. He's excited that he doesn't have to write tomorrow at school and I have a feeling he's going to milk this as much as he can! He's such a stud! He didn't even flinch or cry at all (okay, maybe one cringe when the doc hit a spot that didn't numb). We're so proud of him!!
Shea is so excited to tell her friends that she passed out! I just couldn't believe how pale she looked. Her lips really turned blue and she did not feel good at all- thankfully that only lasted for a couple of minutes!
Speaking of medical matters... Kurt is doing better with his back. He saw a doctor today, and since he seems to be feeling better, there is still no surgery in the immediate future. His foot is regaining feeling (though it fluctuates), and he is feeling stronger. If you're not on facebook, you may not have heard that Kurt ruptured a disk in his back recently and has been battling with that. Anyway, he's seeming to be on the mend! I did take pictures of Reilly's hand, but am not sure how to get them to the blog. Check out facebook.
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