Three sick kids, plus one sick Mama. Plus March break. Plus trauma. Times two.
Yesterday, the boys were having fruit for snack. Philip coughed while he was chewing on a piece of apple and choked on it.
I mean CHOKED. Turned purple. Not making any sound. Looking at me with terrified eyes.
I threw the tray off his high chair, picked him up and flipped him over, whacking him over and over and over as hard as I could.
Seriously glad I've taken CPR so many times. I've used the knowledge learned from my first aid courses twice now to save someone's life. And I don't say that lightly. This is my kid we are talking about.
Ezra and Silas just sat quietly and didn't say anything.
Finally, Philip puked all over the place, dislodging the apple from his trachea.
He was shook up. So was I. It was worse than the time he fell down our entire flight of stairs recently. (Did I tell you that story already?)
He snuggled me and didn't cry. He just sat in my lap and held me.
Today, Rob was snowed in. We received over two feet of snowfall and it's blowing all over the place out there. Rob shovelled but learned he didn't need to go in to work, so he joked that we could at least get out if there was an emergency. Little did we know there would be one.
Because of his illness, Philip has been having two naps a day this week. Normally he sleeps from 12-1:30, but recently he's been napping at 9:30 for an hour and 1:30 or 2 for another hour. During Silas's nap (12-1:30) and Ezra's concurrent quiet time, I was reading and Rob was taking care of some work emails at the table, while Philip roamed around and amused himself. Philip climbed a dining chair (as he often does) and somehow tipped it over and landed on his face.
Enter the gore and the screaming. Rob grabs him, I run to relieve Rob and Philip will not calm down. Five minutes later, he's still screaming into my shoulder and I move him to see the damage. His face is a bloody mess (and now so is my shirt) and I can't tell what is bleeding- it seems to be coming from both inside his mouth and outside. Then I realize, it IS coming from both spots. It looks like he bit right through his face. One continuous hole. I hollar at Rob that I think he needs stitches. Rob jumps into boots and a coat and runs outsider to "dust" snow off the van.
As Rob pulls out of the driveway, he gets stuck. Of course that would happen. Thankfully, as he runs toward the house to grab a shovel, some nice people (with shovels) jump out of their SUV and start helping. Five minutes later, he's back on the road and headed toward the children's emergency room.
Once he is registered, they take him to triage. Triage nurse gives him Tylenol and weighs him. Then they go to an exam room and have a zero minute wait before two doctors come in to examine him. It's like are real emergency! No waiting at the ER?!?! That happens?!?!
After a thorough exam of his mouth, ruling out a concussion, and a debate about stitches, Rob and Philip are sent home with Tylenol and a syringe for cleaning the wound with water. He did not actually bite through his lip, but instead bit both the outside and the inside at the same spot.
Crazy drive time included they were gone from home only 90 minutes.
Let's hope tomorrow fairs (fares?) better.
Wounded.
Him and I at the end of a crazy day. Still being silly.
