10 years and 4 kids and not one broken bone or stitch until ms Daisy. She is such a puppy...hyper, crazy, always wants to play, she sees the kids run and wants to play too, you make high pitched noises at her and she comes running and tries to either lick you or bite you, depending on her mood.
So it was a lovely Tuesday morning, I was just finishing up my make-up with a towel on my head, the kids were all in my room, they had all dressed (except Daniel who was next) and were talking/playing while I finished. Daisy was on my bed.
Daniel had a ball and started running out the door and Daisy decided it would be fun to go after him so she leaped off the bed landing on Daniels back thus shoving him into the corner of the bedroom door. That is when the chaos started.... Daniel turned around crying holding his head with blood running out beneath his fingers. I quickly laid him down on the floor and told Joseph to grab me the tissues from the bathroom since he was standing closest to the door. He made it half way there, turned around and started trying to tell me that he saw what happened and wanted to tell me. I think I snapped at him to get me the tissues first.
Megan kept asking me what happened
and Sarah was running back and forth between my room and hers screaming "BLOOD, BLOOD!!!" :) (she doesn't do to well with blood)
Once I had the tissues I held a wad of them on Daniels forehead, while he is still crying. I told the kids to all just stop and settle down, then I told Daniel to take some deep breaths (this is something I taught Sarah and Daniel from a young age, when they get hurt I quickly tell them to take deep breaths and this gets their mind off of what happened, gets them breathing and most of the time to stop crying, they can then listen to me try to comfort them.) So as he took deep breaths, Joseph got me the phone and called a neighbor to come pick them up and take them to school and she offered to take Sarah since she didn't have to work and since Sarah is no good with blood, that was Great not to have to take her!
I then called another friend who sent out an announcement canceling cooking club/playgroup which was to be held at my home at 9:30am that morning. (thanks heavens for that being scheduled because it meant that I was showered and dressed and not all stinky from my morning workout, and all the kids' backpacks and lunches and everything they needed for school got done early that morning) Then I tried calling Brent to let him know what was going on, but had to leave a message. (THANKS SUSAN and ANGIE!!:)
Daisy walked around wondering what all the commotion was about.
The kids quickly got shoes and coats on and were ready to go out the door when Susan came to get them. Joseph had put Daisy in her kennel, by this time Daniel's forehead had mostly stopped bleeding and I left him laying on the couch while I got shoes and a coat on myself. (I had had Megan hold the tissues on his forehead while I took my hair out of the towel and put it up in my normal ponytail)
I wished I would have reassured Megan, Sarah and Joseph that he would be okay and that he would just have to get stitches, they were pretty worried when they left. I left Daniel in his pajamas, put his coat on and made my way to our walk-in clinic. All the way there he had a huge frown on his face and kept saying "Daisy a bad dog" We waited for about 20 minutes in the waiting room, then we followed the nurse back to the waiting room. She cleaned it off a little and I held a gauze with numbing stuff on it for about 5 minutes, the doctor then came in, looked at it, gave him a few shots, which he cried through, and then started stitching his head. Once his head was numb and the stitching started Daniel quickly quieted down and me and the nurse didn't even have to hold him down, he just laid there and let the doctor put 6 stitches in his forehead and fix his owie :) SO BRAVE! after all that he was still a little sad but by the time we picked up Sarah and got home he was his happy self.
After we got home I kept thinking of how Megan and Joseph looked when they left and how they didn't even say bye to Daniel or me, because they were so upset and that they probably would be having a hard time concentrating at school if they were worried about him. So I sent an email to both of their teachers telling them what happened and to please let them know he got 6 stitches and he was happy and calling me names (when he calls you names you know he is doing good) Their teachers passed on the message and when they got home that day they both were so glad that I did. Joseph said he kept thinking about Daniel until then and Megan said her stomach hurt up until her teacher told her he was just fine. How adorable and loving are they?!
So all is fine now, his stitches are out, which he was a brave boy again, didn't even cry, just laid there on the table concentrating on feeling the tug of the stitches as they came out.
and Daniel wins the award for first emergency visit for our kids :)