Oh my heck. The past few months have been ridiculously full of hospital visits. It has been one thing after another.
So turns out my body has some auto immune issues. Which means, it has decided there are a few organs that it doesn't like and chosen to attack itself. My bodies organs of choice are my Thyroid and Liver. So to measure the damage it has done to my liver, I had to have a biopsy.
The procedure itself was pretty short, but they make you lay flat for 6 hours afterward to allow a clot to form at the biopsy site. Apparently I thought I was pretty funny coming out of surgery.
I asked the nurse if I could take the nasal cannula off, (which is the oxygen thing that shoves oxygen down your nose). I guess I told her, "it blows." Then cackled at the hilarious joke I'd made.
After we got home, I was laying on the couch, still a little gorked. My sister in law Melissa brought the kids home from her house. We were chatting downstairs when Sawyer decided to step up on to the sofa table that's under our tv. As he did so, it tipped over on him. Daniel quickly picked the table and him up and ran him upstairs. I thought he just had a little scratch so I stayed where I was. It was then that I heard Daniel yell for, "someone go find the rest of his face!"
Then I freaked out.
Luckily, my sister in law was already there, so we got in the van and rushed him to the ER. Sawyer was passing in and out in the car and was completely covered in blood. It was kind of a nightmare.
This is what it looked like. They tried to give him ketamine to put him out while they stiched him up, but it never really took. He ended up with 34 stitches that night.
We were both exhausted when we got home. We had promised him some Ninja Turtle toys at the hospital to get him to cooperate. He didn't let us forget. So we hit the store on the way home. That night he slept in our room.
In the morning he got all kinds of treats from our amazing friends and neighbors. He was in hog heaven!
We were on the mend till the following Saturday evening when he was taking a shower. Daniel turned the water off and left him to get a towel. Being a 2 year old, he decided he could get out of the tub on his own. WRONG. He slipped and hit his head on the toilet. So back to the ER we went.
This time, I told them no Ketamine. It didn't work and I didn't want to deal with an IV again. It was too traumatic last time. So they strapped him in a pillowcase papoose and numbed it up. It was really hard. He cried every time they put that suture needle through. I had to leave because it broke my heart listening to him. He ended up with 15 more stitches that night. Again we promised more Ninja Turtle stuff to get him through it. So we stopped at the store.
He slept in our room that night too. It's a habit we're still trying to break now.
Then a week or so later, I was at work on Saturday morning when I got a text from Daniel saying he was at Tanner Clinic with Sawyer. He had walked into the trampoline leg and split it back open. Not as far but enough that he needed stitches.
Oh my heck. I thought I was going to lose it at this point. So I left work and met them at the Tanner Clinic where he got another 5 stitches. At this point, he was an old hand at this. He seemed to do much better with these stitches than any of the previous ones since he knew what to expect.
So there's our adventure with hospitals. All in the course of 1 month. It was awful and I'll be happy to never see the inside of Davis hospital again.
