This week, one broke their arm and the other almost choked to death.
No, I am not being dramatic, I wish I was. See the cast??? This "lovely" little red thing is on Jack's left arm.
And see these Dots?
One of them was lodged in Z's airway on Friday night.
It's been a bizarre week. On Thursday Jack had the day off of school and stayed at Grandma's for the day. He loves going to my Mom and Dad's house because they pretty much do anything he asks them to. So when Jack suggested they "wrestle" my Mom oblidged him. Apparently they were pillow fighting as well, and as Jack ran towards my Mom, who had been catching him when he came near all the times before, he stumbled at a full run, outside of her reach. He must have landed just right, because he cracked his bone clear across his left forearm. My Mom says she knew immediately because it just "looked wrong", but it was her first experience with a kid breaking a bone "on her watch". She raised all three of us without incident, but Jack has a remarkable way of being the first! Jack is such a trooper, he seriously only cried when it happened, and then he just said it hurt. He was so calm in fact my sister didn't believe it was broken.(Ironically, the break happened about 5 minutes before she walked in the door from work) Like I said, Jack is remarkable and has always been soo tough on the few occassions he's gotten hurt. After a very long night, my nephew had his very own red cast. Most kids would be down about having a cast, or traumatized in some way, but not Jack...he always bounces right back. I admire that about him, even at age five, that he always takes things as they come and makes the most out of them. Its a quality I know he will keep whatever life throws his way. Accidents happen, and when you are an active boy, it seems accidents happen more often. So Jack, lets hope this is your last broken anything for a long while....and next time don't do it at Grandma's, her nerves can't take it :)
Speaking of nerves...one of the all time scariest moments of my life as a Mom, hell my life at all, happened on Friday night around 5:30 p.m. We had just finished eating dinner, and the boys were asking for some Halloween candy, as the habit has become after dinner for nearly a month now. I gave Matt some Lifesaver fruit chews and Zach wanted some. The only gumlike treats left were a box of Dots, so I gave them to Z, and went back to cleaning up from dinner. Wayne and the boys were in the family room, and all of a sudden I heard a commotion to my right. I turned to see Wayne dropping to his knees, saying "Are you choking?" Zach was running towards us, his face turning purple and no sound escaping his lips. Wayne tried to hit his back, but that didn't work, so he yelled "He's choking, he can't breathe." I ran over, as Wayne was turning Z around and he began performing the hymlic on Z, explaining that he wasn't trying to hurt him, but that Daddy needed to get the object out. All the while, Zach looked terrified and had saliva pouring from his mouth. It was frightening, horrific, absolutely panic inducing. I did the only thing I could think of. I put my finger in his throat, to scoop out the object, I'd had to do something similar a few times when they were babies, but never to this extent. I know this is the wrong thing to do, I know it, and yet it is what I did. I could feel the dot, whole in the back of his throat, and I moved it, ever so slightly, at the same time Wayne was pushing on his diaphram. Somehow...he started to gag, and I knew gagging was good. Gagging meant air could get through, Gagging meant... life. I think Zach got the gumdrop up on his own after that, but I can't be sure. I can't be sure because at that point all I was doing was thanking God. I literally knew that He'd been there to help on some level...every level. I owe Him, of course, but I'd owed Him before too. Zach was a bit freaked out for a minute, mostly because in my invasion of his throat, I'd scratched him, and he was bleeding a bit. I was not tender, I was not well trained in my search for that candy, I was just so determined that it was coming out. Wayne was shaken after the event too, worried that he'd hurt Z trying to save his life, but within minutes, Zach was up and running about, no worse for the wear as the expression goes. In fact the picture of him and Jack above is taken about an hour later, when we went to visit Jack and see his cast. If the story ended there it wouldn't be the whole story.
After a great visit with Jack and Emma we came home, and Zach went to bed. Around 10:30 Wayne and I were watching a DVR'd Law and Order SVU, and I heard Zach crying in his room. We went up, and Zach was doubled over, saying "it hurts reawly bad" We spent the next 20 minutes frustrated because Zach couldn't stop crying long enough to explain what was wrong. When he pointed to his stomach, we knew we had to take him in to be looked at. Zach and I headed to the emergency care center near our house, while Wayne called his sister Lisa. It was 11 o'clock at night, but Lisa didn't hesistate to come, she was already getting dressed while Wayne was telling her the story(she was kind enough to come so Matt didn't need to be woken up and dragged to the hospital in the middle of the night) Thank you Aunt Lisa, you have always been there for us and the boys, and I will never forget it! Meanwhile Zach and I were headed to the emergency center, and Zach was acting fine. He said "I want to go home, it only hurts a little bit Mommy", but by then we were committed. We needed to make sure that he didn't have a cracked rib, or any other sort of trauma from the near choking incident five hours before. After an hour and a half of Z chatting up the nurses, the doctors, and anyone else he could talk to, we finally got released. Turns out Zach was fine, just a little bruised. He even invited the doctor and nurses as we were leaving to his brother's birthday party which was Saturday. So if you've made it through this long post, please stop back to see pics from Matt's Sesame Street birthday bash, and celebrate his 2nd birthday with us tomorrow. I can definitely say, I am so thankful this week for my nephew's resilience, my first born son's safety and conversation, my husband's knowledge of CPR, and my baby boy's 2nd year with us!
As a side note: I am taking a CPR course ASAP...I hope I am never in that situation again, but if I am next time I want to be prepared instead of panicked!
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