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August 21, 2003
8-21-03
Well, the biggest event for us was when G busted his lip/chin open. It was Sunday night and he was playing in the front room where we were watching tv. And I can't even think what we were watching. Ron was walking around and I was lazing around on the couch. G grabbed a blanket and put it over his head and two seconds later, he tripped over the blanket and went chin first into the side table next to the couch. The side table has a stone top, so it didn't give much. And the base is wood, kind of southwesty looking. We don't know if he hit the top or the base but it was not a pretty site. Immediately following the thump, we knew it wouldn't be an easy night. Ron grabbed him and took the blanket off and I was right there watching. We put a towel that was sitting there over his chin and blood was every where. He had jammed his teeth into his chin, although we aren't sure if his teeth were on the outside or the inside of his lip when it happened. Fortunately, he still has a space in between his top two teeth and there were two gashes instead of one long one. I told Ron I thought we should take him to the ER and he said he didn't think he needed the stitches. I almost started to cry because my baby was crying and blood was pouring out of his mouth. Ron told me to go away if I was going to cry. I ran to the bathroom (mind you, only about 45 seconds had passed) grabbed the bandaids, antisepctic, and a dark washrag with water on it. I came back and Ron was still holding him. I put a bandaid under his bloody lip after cleaning the wound. I followed Ron to the kitchen and grabbed a clean hand towel and put it over my shoulder like a burp cloth and Ron passed G to me. Ron cleaned up while I went and sat on the porch. It was still bright out and I wanted to see if I could get a good luck at his mouth and teeth. I was worried about his teeth. He calmed down and was burrowed into my shoulder. We got him some water so he could wash out the blood in his mouth. He just wanted to bed held.
I knew G was in pain. It looked extremely painful. What surprised me the most was the smell of the blood. I've had accidents and get bloody noses alot, but for some reason the blood reminded me of the smell of an uncooked steak. I have never noticed it before. I guess I've never been close to someone else with this much blood. Anyway, we started a bath and all went and took a bath to clean everyone all up. Fortunately, G only had a diaper on at the time but blood was smeared all over his shoulder and back. After the bath, we had to coax G to put a new bandaid on. I got a mirror for him and asked him if he wanted to look at his boo boo. He said no so I layed the mirror by his side. He did pick it up and look. I don't want him to be afraid of stuff like that. He was OK with it. He was probably remembering the look on my face when I first saw it. It was still bleeding but not as much. We put another bandaid on and by then it was time for bed. My mom had given my some camouflage print bandaids and there were a few "purple heart" bandaids in there too. I gave him a purple heart to wear on his arm for being a good, brave boy. He loves bandaids. We kissed him and put him in bed. We checked on him a few times to make sure the bleeding had stopped and he was just OK in general. He was fine.
The next morning, His lip was sooo big from the swelling. We called him "monkey lip" and he laughed at that. We gave him some tylenol which he administered himself with the syringe. I guess he knew he needed some medicine. He thought it was good which made it easier to give it to him. I had a doctor's appt so Ron took G to school with medicine and some yogurt. I figured it would be good to give him soft foods until we knew if his teeth were ok.
My doctor's appt. Amazingly, when I got there the doc was WAITING for his next patient. They took me back right away and he came in, said I measured fine. I told him how I was dissapointed that I gained 8 pounds since I was really trying not to over-indulge. I wasn't eating ice cream every night or eating if I wasn't hungry. I asked him how I did on my 1 hour glucose test and he said, I think all my patients passed. Then we walked over to his office and he looked on the computer, then looked at my chart, back at the computer and says "you failed!" I said "I failed what?" "Wait, lets see and flips through the chart again and looks at the computer screen. You failed your 1 hour glucose test." I said "It has to be wrong. I am always so healthy, I never fail those kinds of tests." Then he says, "that could explain the weight gain. You will have to go do the 3-hour test." NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, not the 2 hour test of patience! I heard him say the number was 145, which I think is borderline OK. I went to the lab and scheduled an appt for tomorrow, Friday at 7:30 am. The doc says they didn't put the test results at the beginning of the chart like they should have so that's why I never got the call - a month ago. So, he should get the results monday or tuesday of next week which will place me at 34 weeks. And if I'm a gestational diabetic (which would be a fluke in my family) then I'll go on a diet (for only 4-5 weeks)and most likely need to deliver early since I'm already known to have big babies - which means C-section!!! If not, then I guess I continue as I'm doing now. I really dread the 3 hour test. I always felt sorry for those women.
Those are the two biggest events in my life right now. I'll let everyone know how I do on the 3-hour test. I start going to the doc every two weeks now. I wonder, if I fail the test, will they just wait until my next appt or have me come in early to discuss gestational diabetes?
Anne
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