SO I planned to have a nice little post about our first trip to see Santa (more on that later) but life had other plans.
On Friday I had to work until 7pm and was so excited to get home and see my boys and to eat the black bean chili that was simmering in the crock pot all day because sometimes (aka all the time) I seem to forget to eat. I walked in the door, smothered Cooper in kisses, and we all sat down to eat. Cooper already finished his dinner was hanging on the floor with the dogs, per usual. We were all laughing and talking about our day when it all changed.
I guess Cooper spooked Apple (she’s usually so good with him but she is blind) because she nipped at him and caught him right in the eye. Cooper started screaming (obviously) and I didn’t even realize what actually happened until I saw blood COMING OUT OF HIS EYE.
Queue freak out mode.
Corey and I were running around the house throwing things in the diaper bag and went outside to jump in the car to head to the hospital. Corey was holding the diaper bag and I had the baby. I opened the backseat to try and put Coop in his carseat and we forgot that Corey picked him up from my moms earlier and the carseat was back in the house. So Corey runs back in the house to grab the carseat and sets down the diaper bag. Back in the car, we have the carseat but no diaper bag. I think you get the point here. We were running around like maniacs and at this point Cooper’s not even crying. He’s just looking around so amused because I ended up just holding him on my lap in the backseat while Corey drove the 5 minutes to the ER.
As soon as we walked through the glass sliding doors a little boy (maybe 5) just looked at us with such concern asking “is he going to be ok?” I realize now it’s because Cooper’s face and pajamas were covered in blood. Poor kid. I hope we didn’t give you too many nightmares. Oh and I forgot to grab socks for Cooper. I had one moccasin and one sock. Go Mom!
I’ll spare you the gory details of holding Cooper down while they put dye in his eye, gave him an IV, and generally just scared the crap out of him. His lower eyelid was split, but thankfully nothing scratched his eye, and he needed plastic surgery to repair it which meant he had to be put to sleep. Luckily, Corey works in surgery and knew the doctor and most of the nurses which made me feel slightly better but we were still obviously very worried and feeling extremely guilty. I joked that we needed to tie my tubes at the same time because I just could not handle this. It didn’t help that when they were wheeling me (holding Cooper) up to our room, we had to go the same way Corey and I went everyday for 3 weeks while Coop was in the NICU. I remember I used to be so jealouse of all the other mom’s beeing wheeled out with their baby’s in their arms, always thinking “when it is it going to be my turn?”. Talk about deja vu.
We slept propped up in a chair because Cooper was on IV fluids all night. My neck has never been more sore but at least Cooper got a good nights sleep in his mama’s arms. Corey lucked out and got the couch bed. In the morning it was time to transport him down to surgery and I was so worried about them taking him from me and (him) freaking out. They reassured us that it was “not the way we do things here”. A little medicine in his IV and this kid was flat out drunk in less than 5 seconds. I really wish we would have thought to record it because even though the situation was shitty, it was so cute and the first time we laughed all weekend. He almost immediately looked up at us and just started giggling and when we handed him off to the nurse he smiled and touched her face.
20 endless minutes later, the surgery was over and our boy had his first (four) micro stitches. We were home before noon with instructions for a follow-up appointment in one week. As soon as we walked in the door, I just wanted to lay on the floor in the fetal position and finally have my heart attack.
Needless to say, I went to Target the next day, dropped an insane amount of money on another baby gate (we now have 3! in an 820ft house), and Cooper is having a grand old time standing in front of it and throwing all his toys over the top. He’s acting like nothing even happened but I’m running behind him yelling out “be careful!” every 5 seconds. He’s like “yeah, whatever mom.”
A HUGE thank-you to all the staff at Joe DiMaggio Children’s Hospital. They made us feel so comfortable (except that one transport lady who tried to make me put Cooper in that metal crib for liability purposes. Santa’s watching you.) and were all so accommodating.
And now for the pictures: (nothing gruesome, scouts honor)