Because I can.
And because I'm still traumatized.
Those in the know, know I'm terrible with blood. Even worse when it involves my kids. And even worse than that: my kids blood.
Cali (you knew she'd be the star of this story right?), Cali was "exercising" about 8:45 last night. Jumping up onto our coffee table, which is about 24 inches high, landing with both feet, then jumping back down.
I was already tucked nice and warm in bed reading when I hear her scream. It's that kind of scream you hope you never hear coming from your child. I jump out of bed and Todd already has her in his lap, and is telling Gabriel to get wet washcloths.
Yes, that is washcloths, as in plural.
I see blood and tears and rush over after Todd gets the washcloths on her legs. I know my yak limits and did I mention, blood on my child is one of them?
Todd's telling me it's all right and to settle down, or maybe he's telling that to Cali. I don't know, I just know she's still screaming and my tummy is on the rise.
Todd pulled away one washcloth and it's a scraped knee. Not too bad, for sure would hurt. Then he pulls away the other washcloth, on her other shin, and there is a chunk missing.
Yeah.
"Holy crap," I say, which makes Cali's cry all the harder. Todd starts talking medical jibberish, I'm trying to follow, but just know that I can see the fatty tissue in my daughters leg.
Todd wants to take her to the ER for stitches, I'm thinking it could be broken but if it's not I don't want her to go through the trauma of getting stitches. He said he's taking her, that with that kind of chunk missing, with her sub-cutaneous tissue showing, she really needs to go.
Todd said they got to the ER and the nurse took her right in. Luckily we have a really nice hospital close by, and the bone wasn't broken. Todd said while they were in the room, the guy in the next room coded. They watched a crash cart whiz by. Then a cop came to visit them. Todd and Cali.
Cali blamed Todd for teaching her this great new kind of exercise. I don't recommend it. The cop was amused.
Long story short, the guy in the other room ended up dying and Cali ended up with 5 stitches in her shin and managed to impress the heck out of the physicians assistant while he was stitching her up by reciting a Latin prayer we've been working on as part of our Latin studies. The PA used to be an alter boy and had to recite the same prayer.
The Sanctus. Ever hear of it? It's a beautiful prayer.
They got home at 11:00, Cali with a cherry Popsicle for her bravery. Todd said she didn't cry once. But she did think it was very sad that the guy in the next room died.
Happy to report as of this morning, all is well.
But I'm still traumatized.
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