This weekend marked a 5 month accomplishment for the deployment, and I guess time for something "traumatic" to happen. It was about 4 weeks before Mike got back from his LAST deployment when Austin broke his leg. So this time frame is our "2 days after he leaves and everything falls apart". Friday night the boys were playing in their costumes as usual, using some large body pillows on the ground to jump on and roll around on. I was starting to make dinner and also babysitting for a friend. Her almost 1 year old little girl was chowing down on her dinner. Then the hit happened. Not sure if it was a slip, jump, or tumble, but logan fell onto the side of the end table. He screamed and started running to me. My first thought was, "I need to love him but help him be tough when he gets hurt", then I saw blood and I was like "ok...he really hurt himself", and then I saw the OPEN wound and shouted "We Gotta GO!" . God was so good to us and another good friend came over right away, like the time between the phone call and her getting here seemed like seconds! She just took over Austin and Kaitlyn (my other friends little one) and Logan and I went to the ER.
We didn't have to wait too long, and were able to watch a movie on the tv to make the time go by faster. He was all settled down and wanting to go home when the docs came in to stitch him up. I was hoping just for some glue or something, but he ended up with three stitches. It doesn't seem bad and probably isn't, but for a 3 year old, it was the scariest thing. At first he was smiling (all the while he is still in his IronMan costume) while they put a pillow case on his arms to restrain him and laughed a bit when they rolled him in a sheet to hold him down further. As a RN I understand the need to restrain children as it is for their own safety, the doctors safety, and the only way you are going to get the sewing done! However, to be the mom makes things a little different. Well, they held him down, he screamed and cried and I just prayed. I didn't think they numbed him enough, but they said they did. I know he was just so scared. Of course after all the excitement they said that Dad should have come instead and I was like "Yeah...that would have been nice, but he is in IRAQ!!!!!".
His stitches will stay in for about 5 days and I am praying when they take them out he won't freak out as bad. I may have to bribe with a toy or something. Any one have any suggestions on how to help your child be calm during something like this?If you look closely, you will see freckle like specks around his eyes, that is petechiae/bruising from screaming and crying so hard.
On the UP side...the next day marked 5 months done with the deployment. I have waited to take this picture since the beginning AND I can't wait till I can change the month to February tomorrow! We are less than a month till Dad comes home and my Sailor kisses me again.