MINE!!
Ideal_Rock
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I am tramautized... My child is tramautized.
I was fixing the bed this evening when I heard my six year old scream like I have never heard before.. I ran to the front room and she was sitting on the floor with blood all over. There was a dry erase board on the floor next to her. ( one of the little ones that college kids hang on their doors for messages) The plastic had come off the corner and she went to pick it up and it sliced through her little skin like butter. OMG.. I have to breathe........... OK.......
Well, I was there alone (hubby is out of town for a conference) I had my hand over the wound and I watching the blood coming through my fingers and she was screaming and I couldn't reach the phone. She had a little friend over that she had been playing with ... Who was the calmest one of the group of us... she brought me the phone and I could not get a hold of anyone. Finally, I was able to get her father and tell him to hurry over cause we had to take her to the Hospital. He finally got there and I just kept the pressure on it... we called her Pediatrician on the way and they called the Hospital to let them know we were coming.
Well, we got there and they took us back to a room and the Dr. tried to clean it out, but it was so deep that it was extremely painful. AND I had promised her on the way over that I was not going to let them hurt her. Breatheee......... Well, they gave her a shot of local, but it was not working cause it was so deep, they had to give her a deep shot and she just kept screaming MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY over and over.. begging me to make him stop...
I was trying so hard not to cry but I hurt so bad, I just could not stop from crying (I looked away when I did though) Her father was with us holding her too. She just kept beggin me to make him stop. Getting the stitches were even worse... OH MY GOD.... my poor angel...
It was horrible.
Because of where it is, she is going to have a hard time walking for a while and she is not going to be able to really run around or bend her leg cause it may open again. She was supposed to have her 7th B-day party next week, she is stressed and tramautised and sleeping (finally) with me tonight.
It was my fault, I had seen that board this morning and thought, I have to throw that away before it hurts someone... I should have done it at that moment
But I didn't and because of me, she went through this... OMG.. my poor angel. Breathe......
OMG... my poor baby.... I feel like I failed her, I told her it would not hurt, and it did, I told her that I was not going to let them hurt her really bad, and they did... and I should have picked up that friggin board when I had seen.... and I didn't. OMG.. my poor angell....
So now I am trying to calm down and wanted to share my hysterics with you....
I was fixing the bed this evening when I heard my six year old scream like I have never heard before.. I ran to the front room and she was sitting on the floor with blood all over. There was a dry erase board on the floor next to her. ( one of the little ones that college kids hang on their doors for messages) The plastic had come off the corner and she went to pick it up and it sliced through her little skin like butter. OMG.. I have to breathe........... OK.......
Well, I was there alone (hubby is out of town for a conference) I had my hand over the wound and I watching the blood coming through my fingers and she was screaming and I couldn't reach the phone. She had a little friend over that she had been playing with ... Who was the calmest one of the group of us... she brought me the phone and I could not get a hold of anyone. Finally, I was able to get her father and tell him to hurry over cause we had to take her to the Hospital. He finally got there and I just kept the pressure on it... we called her Pediatrician on the way and they called the Hospital to let them know we were coming.
Well, we got there and they took us back to a room and the Dr. tried to clean it out, but it was so deep that it was extremely painful. AND I had promised her on the way over that I was not going to let them hurt her. Breatheee......... Well, they gave her a shot of local, but it was not working cause it was so deep, they had to give her a deep shot and she just kept screaming MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY over and over.. begging me to make him stop...
I was trying so hard not to cry but I hurt so bad, I just could not stop from crying (I looked away when I did though) Her father was with us holding her too. She just kept beggin me to make him stop. Getting the stitches were even worse... OH MY GOD.... my poor angel...
Because of where it is, she is going to have a hard time walking for a while and she is not going to be able to really run around or bend her leg cause it may open again. She was supposed to have her 7th B-day party next week, she is stressed and tramautised and sleeping (finally) with me tonight.
It was my fault, I had seen that board this morning and thought, I have to throw that away before it hurts someone... I should have done it at that moment
OMG... my poor baby.... I feel like I failed her, I told her it would not hurt, and it did, I told her that I was not going to let them hurt her really bad, and they did... and I should have picked up that friggin board when I had seen.... and I didn't. OMG.. my poor angell....
So now I am trying to calm down and wanted to share my hysterics with you....