Bloody December

This past Tuesday was Ember's winter orchestra concert, and she did great! (so I'm told... I wasn't there). She's in intermediate orchestra now and her skills are so much better than last year. She loves playing too, which makes me happy.


Now as to WHY I wasn't there... the boy.

In November he had his gymnastics accident which knocked out his two front teeth. It was very bloody, I was kinda freaking out in the gym.

In December:
1. He was injured at a cub scouts service project picking up garbage in the neighborhood. He stood up under something (he doesn't know what it was, and the scout leader didn't see anything either) but when he stood up, he was cut in three places on his head and bleeding everywhere. One of the cuts was pretty serious, and there was a huge knot the size of a small lime on the back of his head.

2. He was jumping on the trampoline at gymnastics and ripped his big toenail in half. Again, more bleeding.

3. Finally (I HOPE!) this Tuesday after school, a friend lost his temper and threw a toy at Ben's head. He got another gash that bled profusely, but this one was more serious than the first one and I was sure it would require stitches. So while Ember was playing beautifully at her orchestra concert, Ben and I were at the Urgent Care.

Ben had better be finished getting injured for the month, we can't afford any more urgent care co-pays when we're trying to buy Christmas presents.

Funny story... and by funny, I mean I'm calling the medical board and I'm still pissed off kind of funny... the doctor that night said no stitches, I'll just glue it back together. Well his hand was shaky and he didn't inspire confidence (so maybe I didn't want his hands doing stitches anyway?). Most of the glue pooled up in a mass of blood and hair, making a gigantic blob. SOME of the glue went into the wound, but because it was such a small amount, and because the blood/glue/blob was pulling on it, the wound re-opened. I didn't notice it until after school the next day when Ben said his head was hurting. Sure enough, it was wet with blood again. I asked for stitches and was talked out of it by a know-it-all doctor. I should have insisted, I have that right, and he ignored me. We went back to that same urgent care the next night to have it repaired, but they said it was too late... since it was re-opened it had scabbed over, and because there was glue under the scab, there was nothing they could do. Except wait for his hair to grow out so we can cut that marble off his head and hope it doesn't pull the skin apart again. Now he'll have an even bigger scar than he would have had in the first place! This is the same urgent care where I had to INSIST that Grace get chest x-rays even though they didn't think they were necessary, and they found fluid in the lungs and diagnosed pneumonia.

Attention doctors: Mom is ALWAYS right.

Attention Moms: Never let doctors push you around.