Forsyth Family Blog - Head Injury #3

Head Injury #3

Sunday, January 17, 2010, 07:18 PM
Posted by Administrator

I hate to say this, but I have become a head injury specialist, of sorts. I have been a mommy for 4 years now and I consider myself lucky to only have chalked up 3 head injuries ... so far. Noah took the first two head injuries (one to the eyebrow and one to the crown of his head - stapled that one) and on Thursday, Liam racked up head injury, number three.

I was in my room folding laundry and the boys were running around the house (house rules do NOT work, no matter how many times you enforce them). I noticed that they had pulled the diaper genies (yes, we have two) into the hallway because they had been playing with them. Why, you might ask, were they playing with recepticles that hold poopy diapers .... I cannot tell you because I have no idea. It's not like they don't have an entire basement full of amazing toys, complete with a fort lighted from within with white twinkle lights and a PotteryBarn Kids oven, or even the awesome brand new chalk board I made for them from scratch, or the masses of books I have acquired over years scouring consignment stores and Mom to Mom sales. Not to mention the puzzles, piles of Geo trains and a complete set of Radiator Springs cars ... anyway, they had been playing with the poop holder. OK, so I told them they shouldn't play with them and I put them back in their room.

As I did so, a piece of the plastic hinge on one of the diaper genies snapped off and onto their floor. I sighed and walked into my room to decide whether I should try to super glue it or if that would render the hinge useless. As I contemplated what to do next, I hear Liam let out a scream. I hear this all day long, for various reasons and Liam is a little bit of a drama queen, so I thought, "What happened NOW?" I casually turned to see Liam walking into my room and witnessed something I've only seen in movies. It was horrifying.

You never want to see your sweet baby's face like this: he had thick, dark blood streaming down the left side of his face. It was surrounding his eye, streaking his chubby cheeks and dripping onto his shirt. At first I didn't know where the blood was coming from. I thought it was his eye. I began yelling and asking Noah, "What happened?!" Noah is not really good under pressure and just started crying and kept saying, "I don't know". I kept asking Noah what happened as I grabbed a washcloth from the hall closet and started dabbing at Liam's face. NOah finally said he threw something at Liam, so I told Noah to go on time out while I took care of Liam.

As I wiped away the blood, I realized there was a large gash nearly in the center oif Liam's forehead and I applied pressure. I pulled the rag away and found that the bleeding had stopped, so I rinsed the blood out, and kept wiping and applying pressure and the cold rag to his wound. I grabbed some neosporin and a butterfly bandage, bandaged Liam up, got the boys' shoes and jackets on and we got in the car and headed to Urgent Care.

After driving almost the whole way to Urgent Care, I realized I had forgotten my wallet, so I drove back home, got my wallet, headed back to the hospital and an hour later after gluing Liam's head together we went home.

It turns out that Liam picked up the piece of plastic that broke off the diaper genie and threw it at Noah, who in turn, threw it back at Liam ... but Noah had better aim. I should be glad Noah didn't hit Liam in the eye and blind him or something, but all I can think about is how my squishy little Liam will now be scarred forever, right in the middle of his forehead. His precious baby face is the rough and tough exterior of a crazy little boy now. I just hope they don't get any crazier. But think about it - if 3 head injuries have happened and they aren't even 5 yet, what are they going to be breaking, busting open and smashing when they are 12, 13, 14 ..... I don't want to think about it.