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Grace, is that you?

Well, now I’ve done it…

I start this post by saying that Claire is okay. Momma? Not so much. I’ve been better…that’s for sure.

Claire and I have been practicing walking down the stairs. After last night, it’s quite clear that she has surpassed her teacher and is much better at it than I am. ;)

She’s at the stage where she insists on going down the stairs like a normal person, but she requires a hand to hold. Yesterday was much chillier than it’s been lately, so she had on her socks. She thought it was great fun to slip down each step with both feet at once. This is not the acceptable way to do things, so I made her stop and said, “We go ‘big step’ with one foot, and then…” before I could finish my sentence, my own foot slipped (because I, too, was wearing socks), and I fell all the way to the bottom!!

I hit my tailbone/lower back REALLY hard when I landed on the first step and then hard on each step after that. I screamed for my hubby, because I’d left Claire standing at the top of the steps!! We’d made it to the second or third step before Momma took her tumble. I was so afraid she’d fall. She was quite upset, but stood still.

Luckily, I’d had the wherewithal to let go of her hand, so that she didn’t fall, too!! Of course, I had my cup of water in my other hand, so there was water everywhere, and I was in excruciating pain. That pain hasn’t really subsided, and my whole lower back/tailbone area is swollen. I don’t feel any tingling, so I don’t think I’ll go in to the doctor yet. Plus, what could they do? All the good drugs make me pass out or vomit…and those options just don’t seem very appealing to me.

Sitting here at my computer hurts just as much as laying down does. Walking is pretty unbearable, and the act of getting up and down is brutal.

I guess if you’re gonna go, go big. ;)

My hubby decided to work from home today, because I really can’t pick up Claire, lift her over her play area walls, or in/out of her crib. He has meetings (conference calls) most of the day today, and is being as available as he can be at this point.

Needless to say, Claire has finally seen Momma cry, and she was quite distressed. She’s been telling us all night and all morning that Momma fell down, and Momma was crying, and Momma’s back huuuuuuuuuuuuurts.

I talked to my contact at the company where I work as an independent contractor, and she’s telling them to stop the files for today. I hadn’t decided what to do when I called her, but the pain is making it hard to focus. While on the phone with her, I noticed the 2-inch diameter bruise/swollen area on my arm, by my elbow. I knew I whacked it on the way down, but I had no idea it was so disgusting.

Now, I understand why my hubby kept trying to distract me from looking at my arm! This morning, while still in bed, I said, “My elbow is killing me!” and I kept trying to twist it to look, and he said, “There’s no need to get freaked out. Let’s focus on your back.” At the time that didn’t make sense, because I wasn’t getting freaked out about my arm, so I didn’t know why he would say that. It’s all becoming very clear now. :)

Anyway…I have a bunch of files to get finished for today, so I’m going to focus on that. All the pain-relief/breathing techniques I learned for my labor are coming in handy today. (Someday, I’ll post about that experience.) If being in bed hurts just as much as sitting at my computer, I’d rather be as productive as I can today, because I don’t know what the pain will be like tomorrow.

I had these grand intentions of posting about this being the anniversary of the September 11th attacks and my feelings about that day, but reality jumped in and changed the agenda on me. That’s okay. Quiet contemplation is more my speed today.

So, there ya have it. No, my name is not Grace, and if it were, the irony would be overwhelming. ;) I hope you’re having a better day than I am!!

Edited to add:  Check out the follow-ups to this story! Necessity, the Mother of Invention, Attack of the Side Effects, and I feel giddy!

I tried to run away from home today…

So, today has been challenging.

My hubby threw his back out this weekend while working on the tiling project. This is so bizarre for him. He’s relatively athletic and very healthy and has never had back issues. He first tweaked his back on the Wednesday of our trip to Santa Fe, and after a day of pushing Claire around Bandelier in the stroller, we thought that’s what did it. This weekend, he was scrubbing the tiles, in preparation to grout, and it tweaked again…only this time, it was bad. He was completely incapacitated all weekend, and he worked from home today. Luckily, we haven’t had to go to the doctor, and I think it’s actually getting better.

I wanted to take him to the ER this weekend for some pain relief, but he refused to go. I told him that when his pain was worse than his feelings for the ER to let me know. We never reached that point. Like I said, I think things are improving.

Claire decided that since Daddy was home today, she would refrain from taking a nap this morning. At least, I hope that’s what was happening. I’m not sure how many files I’m going to be able to do if she foregoes many of her naps from here on out. I’ll adjust. I always do.

And the files? Hmmm…where do I begin? I’ve been completely inundated. My hubby thinks that when I complain about the files it means that I, 1. want him to fix it, and 2. hate my job. Neither of those things is correct. I don’t want him to fix something he can’t, and I actually love my job. I know I should be working, but I’m only writing this blog now, rather than making calls, because she is standing in the play area in my office screaming at me. She wants to be picked up. That is a trick. She really wants to play with everything on my desk and try to type her own emails, regardless of whether I am here or not. I’m on to her ruse.

Speaking of screaming…did you know that Claire screams at the exact frequency they use on my phone service to skip messages in voicemail? Awesome. I was trying to listen to them, and they kept stopping and jumping ahead and doing wacky things. How bizarre. I finally figured out what was happening, and if I listen to my voicemails with the mute button on, things work perfectly.

Claire did take a relatively long afternoon nap, so I can’t complain too much. I was able to get a lot of files done, so I don’t feel as though the entire day was a waste. I didn’t get as many done as I wanted to, but it is what it is.

When she woke up from her nap and started screaming at me, I took her to sit on Daddy’s lap. That’s when I decided to run away. But, I only made it as far as the mailbox, when I remembered that I hadn’t checked the mail yet. I love checking the mail. So, I did that and forgot I was in the middle of running away. When I got back in the house Claire was having so much fun playing with Daddy (He was playing her “Draw Elmo!” game on the MagnaDoodle.), that I was glad I hadn’t made it very far. I’m such a big talker. I could never run away without those two…and then, what’s the point, really?

Of course, Daddy had to finish up some things for his work, so she’s standing in her play area in my office right now, screaming for me to pick her up…again. It looks like my workday may be coming to a close sooner than I anticipated. I was ready for a break anyway. ;)

Add this to the list of things I wished I didn’t know.

We all know that you’re supposed to use cold water when removing blood stains from clothing, but did you know that you can use “Woolite PetStain & Odor Remover +Oxygen” to get human blood out of your carpet?

Just use cold water, some of this spray and a little tiny bit of elbow grease. No, this is not an officially endorsed usage for the above product.

Also? The sales person who sold us the chair and the couch said it was made of this incredible fabric that would resist stains, and that there wasn’t a stain we wouldn’t be able to remove.

Apparently, blood isn’t on the exceptions list! The fabric on our pillows and furniture is officially AWESOME.

You can’t even tell anything happened in the living room, let alone something that involved three or four firefighters and two paramedics.

Residual traumatic images

I’m just now finally starting to get the image of the impact of Claire’s accident out of my head. It was the most awful thing I’ve seen in real life. Quentin Tarantino would have been impressed with the aftermath in our living room. When people say head wounds bleed a lot, they mean it!

A reluctant expert

My sister (who actually has FOUR boys) jokingly called me an amateur. I told her I don’t care. I don’t want to become an expert at handling bloody & gross situations. :) I found out that I can keep relatively calm in an emergency and react appropriately, and that’s all that matters. I don’t need tons of hands-on practice to hone my skills. Isn’t that why we have movies and the Internet? :)

Speaking of being calm, when they got to the house, the firefighters made me sit down, because I was shaking! I didn’t even realize I was. It wasn’t until Claire was asleep that night that I finally broke down and let myself cry. It felt so good to release all that pent-up emotional energy.

My sister said that she’s shocked by the things that don’t bother her anymore. If I had that many kids, I guess something would have to give, and it would be my sanity!

Head of steel

“Claire, don’t run. Your head isn’t made of steel,” says Daddy.

“Actually, I think it is made of steel; it just happens to be covered with something soft and full of blood,” Momma mutters under her breath.

Gross

At least they’re blue stitches. I’ve always thought black stitches looked like fly legs.

I think I’ve aged seven years over the weekend.

I’m about ready to have a stroke just from watching Claire play in our death-trap of a living room. :) We thought we had everything “kiddie-proofed” in there, but apparently we were mistaken. Accidents happen, even when you think you’re prepared.

Thankfully, she’s napping right now, so I’m feeling a little calmer. Hopefully she doesn’t decide to jump out of the crib today. That would make the weekend complete! :)

You know what’s so weird about what she hit? If you’d look at all the furniture in our house, you’d think it would be the least of what would cause injury! Seriously, of the top five “dangerous items,” it doesn’t even make the list! It’s all upholstered. There are no hard edges showing. It has corners, but they look non-threatening. What you don’t see (until upon further inspection) is that there is no padding on the corners at the base of it, where she hit, and there is just a piece of wood covered with fabric.

Edited to add this picture:

See?  It’s very soft and non-threatening…

She really wasn’t running inappropriately. Not to mention it’s practically impossible for her to not walk in some form of a run. :) We’ll figure something out.

I’m temped to make her a bubble-wrap suit and make her wear a helmet.

Just kidding.

Kinda.

A Plan B Kind of Day (a.k.a. “It’s just a flesh wound!”)

Well, we had a pretty exciting day yesterday (June 30th), and it all happened on Claire’s 19-month birthday!

 

I’ll start by saying that Claire (and everyone) is okay now. :) This is a gross story, so you’ve been warned.

 

We were working on the bathroom, and then we had lunch, and then Claire and I were playing in the living room while Daddy went to Lowe’s to get some things. It was about 2:30 or so. I was going to get ready to put Claire down for her nap, but I figured we could play a little while longer.

 

I was sitting on the rug in front of the purple chair, and Claire ran over to me. In the process, she fell and hit her head on the corner of the chair. A large gash opened up on her forehead and there was blood spurting everywhere. I quickly applied pressure to the gash with my hand, scooped her up in my arms and ran to the kitchen to get a washcloth. The wound was so gaping and gross that I called 911. She screamed through the first part of the call, but then calmed down a bit.

 

So, why did I call 911 and not Daddy? Well, my husband is the only tech guy in the whole world who shuns cell phones, so I had no way to reach him. I am totally fine with him not carrying a cell phone. When he’s not here, I know I have to have a Plan B. I could have wasted valuable time trying to reach him on the cell phone, knowing that he may have not answered it or may not have had service or may have left it in the car. Plus, I doubt he could have understood me over all the screaming. Because I have accepted all of the above, I immediately jump to Plan B, and it works for everyone.

Also, because he’d gone to Lowe’s, the odds of the trip being 15 minutes or two hours were the same. Because of these things and the fact that I couldn’t take her anywhere myself, I called 911. I’m glad they came to assess the situation. They agreed that it was good I’d called them, even though I’d gotten the bleeding to stop (relatively) before they got there. Anyway, every emergency call gets a fire truck and ambulance, so that was pretty exciting for our neighbors, I’m sure. Luckily, Daddy got home before they were done with their visit, and they said that we could take her to Children’s Hospital ourselves, rather than ride in the ambulance. Had he not arrived in time, I would have had to leave a bloody note for him on the door and ridden with Claire in the ambulance.

So, the rescue personnel leave, and Daddy’s holding Claire. I start running around looking for my shoes. Daddy was like, “Uh, go look in the mirror.” I’m all like, “WHAT!? WHAT!? WHAT!? I have to find my shoes! WE HAVE TO GO!” And he calmly says, “Go look in the mirror.” So, I did, and that’s when I realized I had blood EVERYWHERE. All over my face, neck, hair, clothes. I frantically start scrubbing with a washcloth, and he quietly says, “Babe, just jump in the shower. Seriously, it will take two minutes.” He was right. That was a much better plan. Even with all the excitement, we made it to the ER about an hour or so after it happened.

As we were getting ready to leave the house, I called our babysitter (from my cell phone, from the car) to tell her that we’d have to reschedule the date-night we had been planning for the evening, and I left her a message. As we were driving down the street, her mom was on the sidewalk and we stopped to talk to her. We told her what was happening, and of course, Claire was being all cheery and saying, “HI! HI!” and waving…all with a gash in her forehead. (I was sitting in the back keeping a cloth on it.)

 

Claire did remarkably well at the hospital!! She was all cheery when we got there, and she kept a good attitude pretty much through the entire visit. I was amazed.

Children’s Hospital is great and obviously specializes in treating children, so the system they used was awesome. They decided that she would need one stitch inside and three on the outside. AND…they have the coolest stuff. To numb her forehead, rather than give a shot of stuff, they put this numbing gel on there. They let it set for 35 minutes, and it numbed the whole area. It was really cool.

To do the actual suturing, they swaddled her in a sheet, burrito-style, and then they had a nurse hold her head while the doctor sewed. They also have a special nurse (I forget her title) that specializes in keeping children calm, and her job was to keep Claire distracted while they stitched. They kept saying they were going to wait for this person to come to the room before starting the procedure, and I kept thinking to myself, “How hard can it be to distract Claire if she’s wrapped like a burrito? I can do that! I want to get this over with!” But, when they got the needles out and started the procedure, it was so gross, that I was having trouble focusing, and I nearly barfed. (But, I tried to keep my composure for Claire’s sake).

The lady who was devoted purely to keeping Claire distracted was more helpful than I could imagine. I was SO GLAD they had a trained professional, who didn’t even bat an eye at gaping wounds and blood, there to distract Claire. (I almost needed someone to distract me!) :) We were given the option to stay in the room while they did the procedure or wait outside. We both opted to stay with Claire, and we both did relatively well with all the blood and needles, and Daddy only had to sit down at the very end. Actually, my husband doesn’t do well with blood and needles AT ALL, and he was a trooper. In the midst of all the excitement, I’d totally forgotten about this, and I hadn’t even noticed that he’d sat down in the chair at the end.

When they were all done, Claire kept begging to “Play? Play? Play?” with all the toys they’d brought in to use in the distraction. That’s when I noticed how pale he looked, and then I remembered how he hates situations like this. He did extremely well considering. Granted, he didn’t get to witness the blood spurting out all over the place and hold his bare hand over a gaping wound. But, he got to drive up to the house and see it surrounded by a fire truck and ambulance, and that would be pretty traumatic, too. I don’t know which would be worse, actually.

Anyway, we were at the hospital for a few hours, and it went quicker than we thought it would. Luckily, we got right in. When we were leaving, the waiting room was practically full! Looks like we timed that just right. We stopped to grab a bite to eat before going home, and Claire was fine at the restaurant. She’s going to be really sore today, so we stopped to get some Children’s Tylenol, and she picked out some Barbie Band-Aids.

I’m supposed to take her back to Children’s in five days to have the stitches removed. Running on pure adrenaline has left me utterly and completely exhausted. I’m so glad things turned out the way they did. It could have been so much worse. What a day.

Edited to add this picture of Claire and her stitches! Brushing her teeth in front of the mirror was enough of a distraction to keep her still enough to take the picture. For updates to this saga, check out the archives for the month of July.

Three stitches (on the outside), complete with gooped on Neosporin…