Leona100K
February 6th, 2005, 6:13pm
I had a HORRIBLE time last wednesday ... I've been meaning to come on here and tell my story, but we've been so busy ... Here it is ... if you have a weak stomache you might not want to read any further ...
Wednesday I'm folding my clothes in the laundry room and my 5 yr old DD comes to me and asks if she can put her candy is this glass gobblet she was holding .. I told her not to, and to get something plastic to put her candy in ...
She turned around to take the glass back and tripped over a rug in the kitchen, I heard the glass shatter and ran to her and asked her if she was okay .. she replied yes, but when I picked her up and turned her around I saw TONS of blood squirting all over ...
Her forehead had hit the glass on her way down, but she didnt' realize it until she saw all the blood ... I did the ONE thing I shouldn't do .. I paniced and screamed .... I grabbed the closest thing to me which happened to be a dirty dusting rag, and placed it on her forehead .. it looked so awful .. I was so upset because it looked so bad hanging open like it was ...
My 8 yr old son came running when he heard me scream ... he saw what looked like a masacre had happened in the kitchen and quickly and sobbingly knelt down to his little sister and put his hands on the rag and pressed down. He watches a lot of animal rescue and 911 shows because he has aspirations of being a Veterenarian (spelling?) and suprisingly he knew to put pressure on her wound to help the blood to stop.
I picked my DD up and put her in the backseat ... my son quickly followed and knelt down on his knees on the backseat towards his sister and continued to press down on the rag to stop the bleeding ... my DD was in shock so she didn't move a lot, and didn't say much except once or twice that it hurt ... but my son remained strong, although weaping he continuted to offer support to his sister, which made me cry even harder because at the same time I was frantic about her, I was so proud of him ...
I started to panic and I got so upset that I couldn't remember where the hospital was so I drove to my Dh's work and picked him up .. he drove the rest of the way (which wasnt' far thank God) ... and still my son sat back there with his sister, holding down firmly on her wound, talking to her and telling her it will be okay, weeping and praying for her .. I heard him cry out "oh God, touch my sister and help her to be okay" ....
we got to the hospital and they took her in right away .. it was an awful cut, but thank God it wasn't as bad as it seemed in the kitchen ... it is almost in her hairline ... it was VERY deep and exposed but the doctor did a good job sewing her up .. the scar looks like it will be minimal ....
I kept her home from school on Thursday and Friday ... she's feeling MUCH better today .. Poor baby .... what a horrible thing to go through .. i told her she is to NEVER drink out of glass again .. . only plastic ... I can't get that image out of my head ... her in the kitchen ... It keeps me up at night ...
and I'm so proud of my Son .... he was such a champ ... he was my little Hero .. I called him SuperMan for the rest of the day ... he did such a good job, and for his age ... 8 years old .. he showed a lot of intelligence and bravery ... I'm so thankful for him ...
Wednesday I'm folding my clothes in the laundry room and my 5 yr old DD comes to me and asks if she can put her candy is this glass gobblet she was holding .. I told her not to, and to get something plastic to put her candy in ...
She turned around to take the glass back and tripped over a rug in the kitchen, I heard the glass shatter and ran to her and asked her if she was okay .. she replied yes, but when I picked her up and turned her around I saw TONS of blood squirting all over ...
Her forehead had hit the glass on her way down, but she didnt' realize it until she saw all the blood ... I did the ONE thing I shouldn't do .. I paniced and screamed .... I grabbed the closest thing to me which happened to be a dirty dusting rag, and placed it on her forehead .. it looked so awful .. I was so upset because it looked so bad hanging open like it was ...
My 8 yr old son came running when he heard me scream ... he saw what looked like a masacre had happened in the kitchen and quickly and sobbingly knelt down to his little sister and put his hands on the rag and pressed down. He watches a lot of animal rescue and 911 shows because he has aspirations of being a Veterenarian (spelling?) and suprisingly he knew to put pressure on her wound to help the blood to stop.
I picked my DD up and put her in the backseat ... my son quickly followed and knelt down on his knees on the backseat towards his sister and continued to press down on the rag to stop the bleeding ... my DD was in shock so she didn't move a lot, and didn't say much except once or twice that it hurt ... but my son remained strong, although weaping he continuted to offer support to his sister, which made me cry even harder because at the same time I was frantic about her, I was so proud of him ...
I started to panic and I got so upset that I couldn't remember where the hospital was so I drove to my Dh's work and picked him up .. he drove the rest of the way (which wasnt' far thank God) ... and still my son sat back there with his sister, holding down firmly on her wound, talking to her and telling her it will be okay, weeping and praying for her .. I heard him cry out "oh God, touch my sister and help her to be okay" ....
we got to the hospital and they took her in right away .. it was an awful cut, but thank God it wasn't as bad as it seemed in the kitchen ... it is almost in her hairline ... it was VERY deep and exposed but the doctor did a good job sewing her up .. the scar looks like it will be minimal ....
I kept her home from school on Thursday and Friday ... she's feeling MUCH better today .. Poor baby .... what a horrible thing to go through .. i told her she is to NEVER drink out of glass again .. . only plastic ... I can't get that image out of my head ... her in the kitchen ... It keeps me up at night ...
and I'm so proud of my Son .... he was such a champ ... he was my little Hero .. I called him SuperMan for the rest of the day ... he did such a good job, and for his age ... 8 years old .. he showed a lot of intelligence and bravery ... I'm so thankful for him ...