Sunday Snippets: A Catholic Carnival (April 21, 2013)

Sunday Snippets

It’s time for another week of Sunday Snippets over at RAnn’s blog. Here’s my three posts for this week:

Weekly Goals

Head Trauma Drama (Andrew’s visit to the hospital.)

Theological Thursday: Receiving the Precious Blood


Head Trauma Drama


It was a lovely, quiet Saturday afternoon. I was reading the latest required reading for biology, snuggled up in the comfy living room chair when all of a sudden I hear, “It will be all right. Go to your mother.” Then I hear a long, loud shrill! I go to the front door to find copious, bright red blood all over Andrew’s face. I rush him to the sink to wash him off and find the cut. The head bleeds a lot so thankfully the cut was much smaller than I thought. But it was deep and I couldn’t get the blood to stop so my husband and I decided it would be best to take him to the hospital to get checked out. (That picture above is Andrew waiting to be seen by the doctor. I think I did a decent job getting him patched up temporarily!)

So what happened? Andrew was helping daddy put together the basketball hoop we got him for his birthday. He was hopping around, as is his custom (Andrew is the human version of Tigger from Winnie the Pooh!), when he fell and hit his head on the corner of a brick. The brick is part of the decorations lining the porch and was just in the right angle to cause the deep cut.

By the time we got to the hospital the bleeding had stopped and it was easier for the doctor to take a look in the cut. The cut is small in diameter, but it is pretty deep. Four hours and two stitches later (along with prescription antibiotics) Andrew is all patched up and back to his usual self and gobbling up his favorite food – pizza.

The REAL drama of all this came from Andrew himself. Oh how I wish I had a video camera or audio recorder to tape him! Andrew came in the house shreeking and crying out, Oh, my! Oh, my! Oh, my! And when I washed up the blood and tried to explain that the cut wasn’t as bad as it looks he throws his arms up and yells, “oh, oh, oh!!!!” Then when Michael and I decided to take him to the hospital he starts crying out, “Oh, no! No, I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!” It took all I had not to bust out laughing! Even on the way to the hospital, after he started calming down, he still kept saying to himself, “Oh my, oh my, oh my!”

He finally calmed down when we got to the hospital and saw a little girl, under a year old, who had a worse cut than Andrew over her eye. She was quiet and playing with her mom’s hair. Andrew whispers to me, “is my cut smaller than hers?” “Yes, hers is much worse,” I say. Andrew things for a minutes and then says, “Then I have nothing to cry about.” The rest of the visit he was much calmer although you can see from the picture above that he was pretty anxious about his head injury and seeing the doctor.

Thankfully, all’s well that ends well. If it hadn’t I certainly wouldn’t be writing this post!