More traumatic than childbirth...

Last night I encountered something that I will day was more traumatic than childbirth. However I was not the one in pain, it was my baby, Aidan. At about 7:15pm he and Coda were playing "tag". Nick and I were in our room, oogling over Téa. When all of a sudden we heard a scream, not a get-off-me-brother scream, but a real, my-heart-started-racing scream. I ran out to the living room to find Aidan on the floor bleeding from his eye area. Nick to say the least, was not at all calm. Coda was crying and I was trying to keep calm, praying that it was not his actual eye that the blood was coming from. I held Aidan, Nick called "E". By this time the bleeding had slowed and I was able to see that it was a cut next to his eye, Thank God! He told us that he had been playing tag with Coda and fell and hit his eye on the bottom corner of our leather ottoman. Sam "E" arrived about 3 minutes after we called and we were off to the Emergency Room, where we proceeded to wait almost 2 hours before being seen by a doctor. ARE YOU JOKING ME!!!

Aidan was in very good spirits, entertaining the fellow Emergency Room "waiters". Once seen by a doctor, he determined that it would be best if they could glue it shut. Well to say the least that did not work. So we were faced with stitching the cut. The nurses then put him in a papoose basically wrapped him tightly in blankets with his arms at his sides. He was not ok. The doctor assured me he was not in pain. He was in a panic, sweating, screaming. I was trying so hard to hold back the tears. It took Nick, me, 2 nurses, a paramedic to old him down, we were all sweating, we were using all of our strength just to hold him still. He has 5 stitches, it took about 15 minutes. The worst 15 minutes of my life. Aidan was beside himself. He is so expressive, he was able to communicate exactly what he was feeling and it was heartbreaking. "I want out of this, I am hot, Mommy, Daddy, take me home, please Papa, help me, just get me out of this place, I want to see my brother, I can't move, I am hot", all of this screaming. It went on and on and my heart broke. But once it was over he was fine, he was given a popsicle and stickers and off we went. If you talk about getting the stitches he will begin to cry, and then he'll say "the doctor said I was the bravest boy in the whole wide world". This morning he told me, "mama, 'member in the car on the way to the hopibal", yes Aidan I remember, "'member when you prayed to our God and Jesus in heaven," yes Aidan, "well God came withs us to the hopibal and made me all better." Out of the mouth of a child, he knows that God helps him, heals him and is with him everywhere.

It looks worse than it really is,
there is some left over glue mixed with blood still stuck on his face.

The doctor said, "in two months, there will be a pretty good scar, in 6 months, it will be fading, in a year you will hardly notice it AND by the time he is caring what girls think about him, you will have to show him a picture to remind him he once had a scar." I told the doctor, my baby will never care what girls think about him...YEAH RIGHT!