Medical emergency week

This last week was our “medical emergency” week. Well, not really, but for this household where anyone rarely ever gets hurt, it was. Kinda.

Tuesday the excitement began by getting a call at work from Sarah, saying that I should come home because Frankie had fallen off a tire and hurt his arm. It is highly unusual to get a call from Sarah in the first place (usually if I do get a call its with a questions like, “should I cook these beans?” or, “Where is Ella’s swimsuit?”) and highly unusual for Frankie to not stop crying when he’s been hurt. Yes, this is the child who could whine and cry all day if he wanted but when it comes to actual physical injuries, they don’t seem to faze him . So, I was concerned!

I rushed home to a red eyed Frankie who was needing some serious snuggling and “mom time”. I called my friend, who’s a nurse, to see if I should take him in or not and she had me do some “experiments” with his arms and neck, to see if maybe he’d broken a color bone or something. So I poked and prodded and had him do some crazy things with his arms and the end story was, he was sore but nothing appeared to be broken. Nothing a little pain reliever and sympathy from his old lady wouldn’t fix : ).

So, while all this was happening Ella was flitting in and out of the house. Soon I heard a nervous, “Mom?!” from the front porch and the hair on the back of my mom neck stood up. Now, usually I ignore my kids but I knew something was up. Poked my head out the door to find Ella standing in a puddle of blood. Serious! It was splattering everywhere and my very primal dog Pack was even waking up, their noses twitching! Ella had snuck inside, stolen a RAZOR BLADE from the bathroom and proceeded to slice the tip of her finger almost off, while trying to chop a leaf. I knew head wounds were supposed to bleed a lot, but fingers? Good grief!

That was a huge, bloody mess, which fortunately Sarah hadn’t left yet so quickly cleaned up before the dogs got a taste for Ella’s blood ;) I proceeded to wrap the kids finger in a wet washcloth to stop the bleeding and was amazed at the amount of blood that was pouring out of my child. Blood doesn’t bother me too badly, and I used it as an excellent “teaching” and “lecturing” moment. You see, we have had a this conversation before about razors. Hopefully now she will have learned her lesson?

The next evening, because apparently I hadn’t had enough medical drama that week, I decided to neuter the puppy, little Bill. He is growing FAST and the smaller the little balls are when you band them, the lest painful they are. Bill’s the third pup I’ve done this year and holy cow!! Never had we seen such a more dramatic pup! HE cried NON STOP for one very long hour, and was scooching around on his belly. We took our Pack Walk, which he did fine on, then when we got back home he crashed. Zonked. The rest of the Pack had their dinner and baby Bill never stirred. I brought him inside where he slept in a coma like state for two hours, then he was up and hungry again. The next morning he was up wrestling with Ranger and by Friday he was eating like a horse again : ) I’m glad that I didn’t wait until he was any bigger!

So, I’m thanking the Lord that Frankie’s injuries weren’t any worse and praying that hopefully Ella has learned her lesson about razors and OBEYING MOM when I tell her something. It’s only the Lord’s protection that keeps my kids as injury free as they are, as they’re pretty darned active. And I’m not the most safety conscience parent. I’m also glad that my entire Pack is spayed and neutered now : )