WARNING: PICTURES at the end of the post!
Last Thursday was a very challenging day. It wasn't that anything happened that morning, but we had been slow to get on school and I was being a bit lazy about getting the kids motivated on chores, so by the time I started to get my butt into gear, it was late and I began to panic! We had several errands that had to be done and I preferred to do them BEFORE nap time!
Something that made last week much worse, was the fact that Hubbie hadn't been home for dinner or the kids bedtime all week. What a challenge that was! Peanut was being extremely disobedient, tired, grouchy and just a pain to be around and none of the boys had napped ALL WEEK! I was an emotional wreck and wasn't a very pleasant mom to be around. I won't get into what I said and what my attitude was like and who I blamed, but lets just say, I was angry with just about everyone!
So, anyway, I knew that if we had to do these errands AFTER naps, it would be a wrench in our evening and my ability to get everything done in time for a conference call at 8pm (which I had signed up to do assuming Hubbie would be home to help). We hurried through most of our school work and it was a hour past lunch when I sat down to nurse babe quickly so that we could get out of the house! The boys began to complain about missing lunch and I promised them a treat while we were out... HOPING..... that by the time we got home, all would be tuckered, bellies would be full AND maybe...just MAYBE we'd all get naps! While I nursed, I turned on T.V. for the kids to watch and I noticed Peanut was sitting in Bubbie's lap. I thought it was SO sweet that Bubba hadn't pushed him off. Next thing I knew, I heard Bubba yelling "Get off me!" and then LOTS of crying and blood! I panicked! I didn't know WHAT had happened, but out of the corner of my eye I had seen Peanut move to Bubbie's back. I guess he didn't like that and had head butt-ed him in the chin. I called Peanut over to me, un-latched Baby Girl and hollered for Bubbie to run and get a wet wash cloth from the bathroom! When I asked Peanut what hurt, he opened his mouth and DARK RED BLOOD gushed out of his tongue! I thought "Oh my goodness! He's bitten a hole straight through his tongue!" GAG ME! I told Peanut to close his mouth and his eyes got as big as saucers and I heard him doing a loud swallowing noise! I just knew he was swallowing his tongue or blood or he was about to barf blood all over me! Oh my goodness! The babe was crying, because she wasn't done eating. Buggy was climbing on the couch, trying to kiss his sister (at the worst possible moment!), Peanut was SOBBING and Bubbie was finally bringing the wash cloth! We got the wash cloth on his tongue and we ran to the bathroom to see if we could investigate what was wrong! I grabbed my phone and dialed Hubbie. Of course, he never answers when we have a minor emergency at home! I then got Peanut to open his mouth and I saw that the hole wasn't straight through his tongue, but that the skin had been ripped off of his tongue and it was BIG AND DEEP! I called my Mom and thank goodness, she answered! I asked her to come right away! I knew that the tongue couldn't really be stitched back together, so I wasn't sure what to do or where to go. I called the doc office. They were closed for lunch. My mom showed up and said it did indeed look bad! She suggested we call my SIL, who is a nurse. She agreed that it probably couldn't be stitched up and that if the bleeding had stopped, which is had by this point, that there wasn't much to do. I finally got ahold of our doc office and they said that if it was the size and depth that I was describing, it needed to be seen and probably stitched. Mom, all the kids and I hopped in the car and drove across town to see our doc. The doc walked in and acted like it was a bite on the tongue. Once Peanut stuck his tongue out, he said, "Whoa! Hang on!" and he went to get an older doc. The older doc looked at it and said that if they stitched it up, Peanut would just pick and/or eat the stitches out. Also, that his daughter had done the exact same thing and that she was 23 years older and fine!
What a blessing that God allowed a doctor in our practice to have this experience in order to calm my frantic-Mommy-nerves! So, anyway, the doc said that within a day, Peanut would be fine. The "hole" would close up on its own and that we should avoid hard or salty foods for a day or so. Peanut got some ice cream from McDonalds on the way home. When he woke up the next morning, it had already closed up quite a bit and by dinner, he was eating normal foods!
Never did I imagine that life as a Mom would involve so many bodily liquids... especially this much blood! And we aren't even half way through this parenting gig! Geez!
I couldn't have survived the day without my Mother last week and I told Hubbie that never am I moving away! I try really REALLY hard to not be dependent on my parents for help or support or take them for granted, but after Thursday, I feel especially blessed to have such awesome parents and for the privilege and blessing to live close enough to them!





And of course, unsympathetic little brother thought that every time we asked to see Peanut's tongue, we also wanted to see his as well. Buggy thought his tongue was "hurt" as well and would do a fake fussing and complaining about his tongue and wouldn't stop until you said "Oh my goodness! It looks awful! I'm so sorry!" He'd walk away and say "Yeah" with a hurt puppy dog expression on his face! Such a ham!