Another Trip to the Dr

Well......we are still counting our blessings for staying out of it as long as we have and still have yet to visit them for any kind of sickness or ailment in now over a year and a half...except for Aubrey's round of bacterially infested water hose induced strep throat that occurred over the summer. But this time around I finally told Brad we really needed to go and he was in agreement. As all days go, the children have spent massive amounts of time on the trampoline. 2 weeks ago all of them rushed in the house ushering Garrison in ahead of them saying his head was bleeding. Much to my dismay he stood there covered in blood, dripping down his head and into his eyes and his hands covered in it all. He just stood there like he had gotten a sticker in his foot and said matter of factly, "Mom, it's bleeding." Ummmm.....yep, I definitely got that part. Trying not to be freaked I wiped gently and cleaned it up with a ton of younger nurses aiding also in the endeavors and other various onlookers by my side. I finally got down to this tiny, tiny puncture wound. Story had it by all that he was jumping and got jumped into one of the netting enclosure poles. That story didn't match up too well since this was more of a tiny puncture/cut. It finally did come out in the end....as in just a few days ago.....that he did a somersault and hit a stray mesquite twig with his head resulting in the small but deep puncture wound. That made much more sense after going through all of this these last 2 weeks.

The initial wound took forever to quit bleeding but finally did. But then....everyday thereafter it bled.....and bled......and bled. It became part of our daily routine for him to come in and say exasperated, "Mom! It's doing it again!" By the end of it he knew the routine well and Evye or Aubrey would go get the needed stuff and I'd sit and apply pressure for 5 or more minutes while he stood still. We finally started limiting his activity level since jumping on the trampoline, riding scooters or running seemed to set it off. After close inspection Brad and I realized a few days into it that it was healing into a tiny blood blister on his head but never fully healing back to normal. We decided we'd give it some more time to see if it would eventually heal back up since it was just a nuisance at this point. By this past Sunday with Brad on shift I had to deal with his head on 3 different occasions and by the 3rd time it was all I could do to get it to stop and we were debating a trip up to the station to see what Brad might could do for it. We were all tired of dealing with it and it was so sad to tell him not to jump, run or ride with the others. We decided Brad would call 1st thing in the morning and we'd go in at their next available time. They were able to see him Monday morning so off we went with everybody in tow. Garrison was amazing and, though he was a bit quiet, he never even came close to shedding a tear and had the attention and adoration of everybody in the entire office. He captivated the ladies' hearts. As they cauterized it he sat perched on the exam table good naturedly sucking away on his massive Blow Pop sucker. He refrained from giving hugs to everybody when we left but he was great about telling everybody thank you and bye and off we went. It was so much less painful than I had hyped myself up for. I think I dread the appt more than anybody since I guess I had envisioned a screaming, wiggling little boy and having to hold him down while this awful invasive procedure was performed. But instead my stoic, good looking miniature little man sat there and answered questions and then just let her do it and get it over with. And off we went to finish our day in town with a small little black spot on the top of his forehead!

Now for the hard part. Dr's instructions were to limit his activity for the next 3 days as his skin had time to completely heal over the spot. After explaining this to all of them on the way home everyone helped pitch in and agreed to stay off of the trampoline and limit activity to only tricycles...and bikes for the bigger ones I figured they were lower to the ground so less chance of hitting his head when colliding with all of his fellow racers. It is just insanely unrealistic to think of him sitting on the couch for 3 entire days when he doesn't even feel bad....not even anywhere close to even feeling bad. And since they rarely ever watch any movies these days the attraction of the TV has seemed to lose it's allure. I figured after months and months on end of not watching movies it would only prove to make them a novelty when they could...but instead they become disinterested with it easily and grow bored and just want to go outside and play hard. How could you not on these 70 degree days????!!!!!

Of course, after trying to protect him and cushion the world around him all day long the 1st day into it he promptly and expertly was crawling around on the bedroom floor in the dark making everybody laugh and cracking them up. He got to going way too fast and fell head 1st into the wood floor. As always, no tears but the bleeding was back! Ugh! I am now convinced they could live in a cushioned bubble and still find ways to harm themselves. The bleeding this time stopped almost as fast as it started and all was over. So we had hope! But, with that, Brad saw the absolute absurdity of trying to protect him from bumping his head all day evervyday so he turned them all loose on the trampoline the very next day. I couldn't believe how easily he gave in but he hates more than anything to see them unhappy due to having to be inactive. They all rejoiced at their release and have been jumping non stop every since. According to Grayson they just "jump easily" around him. Hmmm.........I have yet to see how that one works. But so far so good!