February 17, 2007

I have no idea how Dylan does these things (black eye, bruises, cuts, scrapes), but yesterday he managed to top himself. He fell off the dining room chair and managed to completely mangle his thumb. After 30 minutes of bleeding all over the house, nonstop screaming, and a fingernail hanging off, I couldn't take it anymore and decided to take him the the doctor. His pediatrician wasn't in the office at the time, and none of her partners had an opening, so I loaded him up in nothing but a diaper and headed for the closest Quick Care office. I didn't even notice until I was half way there that I was still in my pajamas, that were now covered in blood! We arrived at Quick Care only to be turned away. I was told that as bad as it was we would need to go to the ER. So off we went. I got there got him signed in and began waiting only to be told that the wait would be unusually long because several ambulances had just arrived. So I called my pediatrician at home (I'm sure she now regrets ever giving me the number!) I told her what was going on and she called one of her partners and he agreed to see us. So off we went again, in 35 degree weather, with Dylan still wearing nothing but a diaper. After waiting at the pediatrician's office for about an hour we were finally seen. They did an x-ray, and it showed that on top of the bleeding and ripped off nail, he also broke his thumb! Its so swollen that they really didn't want to mess with it at all. He has an appointment with a hand specialist/surgeon Monday morning. At least he's on a pretty good pain mediacation to get us through the weekend.

I was thinking about everything today and I remembered one time right after I started staying home with the kids....I was cleaning the bathtub, and when I turned around and looked at Dylan, who was 13 months old at the time, he looked like he was foaming at the mouth. Then I looked at his hand and he was holding the container of Comet. My first reaction was to call Joe, just like always, and ask him what the hell I should do. My next call was to poison control . He ended up being fine. But Joe loved to make fun of me, and say what a great job I was doing as a stay at home mom. It had only been two weeks, and I was already having to call poison control!

Since he died, Camryn dropped a cup on her toe and lost her toenail, Dylan fell and almost bit through his tongue, and Dylan has mangled his thumb so bad that he may have to have surgery.....I can only imagine what he's thinking about my parenting skills now!