When the Horrible Happens

When the Horrible Happens

Yesterday was a bad day.   Zoe (11) was holding Chavi (4 months) and she slipped and fell.  BOOM!  I heard this loud crash in my kitchen.  I, of course, was writing in my office so I didn’t know what happened.

Then I heard it.

The shriek of my infant.

You know that moment when your heart stops and you have a just under a millisecond to decide how you’re going to react, knowing that no matter what you choose, that the crossroads you’re at determines where you’re headed and usually no choice is a good one?  I had that yesterday. I’ll get back to this in a second after I tell you what happened.

I grabbed Chavi from Zoe’s arms and asked what happened.  She told me she fell.  I had already gathered this information from the crash I heard, but what I didn’t know at that time, was that my infant was bleeding onto my shoulder.

I tried comforting her as much as I could and when I pulled her back to assess, I saw it.  Her crimson life-force pouring out of her mouth.  Instantly, panic set in.  I was terrified for my child.  I had no idea how bad it was, and my heart was breaking for her anguish, fear and pain.

You see, her gumless mouth ended up biting almost all the way through her tongue.  When Zoe fell, Chavi’s jaw was slammed up into her tongue.  She ended up biting about 1/2 way through the upper portion of her tongue and 1/4 of the way through the bottom.

Long story short, we went to one hospital, was transferred to another one via ambulance where they sewed through my child’s muscle without even a local anesthetic.  (Don’t get me started on how much THAT pissed me off!)

We got home and was finally able to get some pain killers in her and numb her tongue a little (Thank you, Orajel company!)  But she refused to nurse.  I can’t say that I blame her.  I was able to pump a little and we fed her through a dropper syringe.

Horrible.  The entire ordeal was a horrible experience.  Chavi wouldn’t be comforted by anyone.  She refused to nurse for a majority of the time until finally in the middle of the night, she wanted it for emotional comfort if nothing else.

I tell you that story to tell you this:

How we deal with things will determine how our life goes.  I had the choice in multiple scenarios here to treat people horribly out of my own fear, and anger, but where would that have gotten me?  I could have gotten frustrated at my oldest child and made her feel worse.  She already felt like nothing for accidentally hurting her helpless sister.  I could have yelled at the nurses in the ER for saying that Zoe fell on top of Chavi  (which from what i gathered, she didn’t) When I clearly told them I had no idea what happened, I was on my office.

I could have freaked out when the doctor couldn’t do anything for her and we had to be transferred.  I could have physically assaulted the nurse when I was told to leave (Thank GOD for my husband staying in the room) because I was too emotional.  I could have said some very un-Christian things to the same nurse when I was allowed back in the room and found out that they essentially performed a surgery on my unmedicated, fully-feeling-the-pain, child because it was more convenient for them to do it that way instead of taking her to the OR and sedate her so she wouldn’t feel it.  (I was told “it’s better this way”.  Better for whom?)

My point is I could have made this situation a lot worse.

With that said, thank you to the doctors at Dale Medical and Flowers hospital as well as the EMTs that took care of my daughter.  I am grateful for you making the best out of a horrific situation and making my daughter whole again.