Monday, December 27, 2010

Where Moby (and Grandma) (and Teamwork) Saves The Day



It was a scream with edge. Not one tinged with irritation or anger. A scream of the purest kind, crystal sharp and without end. A child’s scream that has two parents move from sleep to sprinting in less time than it takes to blink open a waking eye.

There is our boy child, outside on the back patio, toes curled, arms flailing, mouth expressing an all-consuming agony. Finger? Toe? There’s Stripe, the guinea pig. What’s he doing sitting on the outside sofa? Head? Look, there’s blood. In wide splatters. From where? WHERE IS THE BLOOD COMING FROM?

We have our boy in the kitchen and we see. No need for jammed fingers under a cold tap. The guinea pig and rabbit hutch is groin height for a seven year old clad in his undies.

In that next second the damage control is focused. But both parents are forgetting to breathe amongst the application of pressure to a wound, to the calling of an ambulance, to the calming, to the relocation of Stripe to his hutch, to the calling for Grandma back up. I only come unstuck when the Mr is outside inspecting the hutch area and begins barking orders to know where the dog is, in case something is missing.

The Mr and I are not breathing because neither of us have forgotten the horror of trying to hold a tiny finger on to a small, writhing hand. I cannot believe that I cannot stop the tunnelling of my vision. With a calm, quiet urgency I hand over the holding of the sterile cloth to the oldest and I am appalled at myself. I am horizontal for the few seconds required to save me from falling over an edge.

Through the flurry of activity, I can see that the Mr who is is now holding our boy with one arm, is valiantly fighting to grip the edge of his own precipice. One exchanged look and we have swapped roles. The ambulance arrives and there is pain relief and attempted inspections and Grandma is here and the kids are finding the things we need. The thing we need most is Moby. The middle holds his bear tight.

An hour later we finally know what the situation is. It’s one hell of a bruise. It’s a cut. BUT ALL THAT BLOOD? Because it’s vascular. Turns out things really, really, really bleed, down there.

The Mr arrives at the hospital and my eldest has packed me a random ball of woolly therapy and two knitting needles, because she is amazing. The middle demands a garment for Moby and since now, unbelievably, all we are doing is waiting for the kid to wee before we can go home, I cast on a strange little Moby cardigan.



As I type, the little man and his little man are thinking themselves mighty lucky and doing wonderfully. I’m lucky, I have a blog and I can write a cathartic post and then get back to the weirdy cardigan knittery. The Mr is thanking his lucky stars and is brainstorming an alternative hutch closure solution and will probably need one very good glass of red this evening. The girl kids are just feeling so very lucky that they are, well, girls.

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Moby was made by Jess for my kid and was found under our Christmas tree. Jess is a star of the super kind. Moby is super l.o.v.e.d.

65 comments:

Anna Bartlett said...

As the mother of two boy-children my hand was over my mouth, gasping, as I read your story. Thank goodness for the happy ending, and how thoughtful to bring the knitting. A christmas to remember!

Lola Nova said...

I just made the Mr. come and read your post. We looked at each other with scared smiles and a parental understanding. We both whispered "thank goodness all is alright." Then the Mr. cringed a bit and said, "How traumatic!"
Deep breaths and wine are certainly in order. Sending you all healing thoughts. Thank heavens for Moby.

Madeline said...

Oh, so glad for the happy ending to that one! My heart was in my throat there for a minute. I'm still cringing for your little man....and for you and your Mr.

Kate said...

Oh my goodness! I don't have a clue what to write other than thank goodness. Thank goodness. You poor, poor things, all of you.
Here's to a really uneventful rest of the summer holidays. Thank goodness for Moby. XX

Christie said...

Yikes! Glad all is well, I was on he edge of my seat reading your post. Sending love to the boy, enjoy a BIG (well earned) glass of red!

x

Kylie said...

Oh boy... I've been holding my breath reading your post Tania and it's just been expelled in a huge rush! Glad the little man is okay. Love Moby too :) Kx

Jodie said...

oh...oh....

Sue said...

It's scary being a parent. Glad he's ok.
Maybe a cricket box in the next Christmas stocking

Christina said...

Oh my goodness! So glad everything will be ok. How very very scary for you all. Hugs and wine to you. All the best.

xx

Di said...

OUCH! Hope the bruising isn't too bad. Poor lad. Poor all of you. Good to know you can pull together so well in a crisis though.

yardage girl said...

Oh my ... betcha he doesn't get himself into that sort of situation ever again!!! Thanks for sharing - you are brave!

peppermintpatcher said...

Good grief! I didn't even breathe until I got to the end of the post. I can't imagine how long it took you to breathe again.

Posie Patchwork said...

Seriously, all boys, all on blogs, all with serious cuts & broken arms!! What are they doing??!! See i had 3 sensible girls before a boy & while he's tough & ridiculous, he's also a little more weary like girls are, like they've 'read the instructions first' before plunging into danger. Sure he's been rushed to hospital with massive cuts of course, eggs on his head etc, but lately, pretty smooth running. Good luck with your little bloke & huge kudos to your daughter for sending craft in. Love Posie

Carla said...

Oh no. That is truly awful. It took me a moment to realise that it wasn't a finger you were talking about. How quickly these things happen, and how unexpected they always are! Hope he's not feeling too traumatised by it all (and you of course!)

Naturally Carol said...

So glad he screamed that particular kind of scream that had you all running to his aid..no time wasted! Felt your pain...I'm a mother of 5, 4 boys...grown up now..but brought back a few memories of breath holding moments. The boy has brave parents.

quirkygranolagirl said...

yikes! and yowza! poor guy. i hope all heals well and quickly. your eldest is a rockstar for the yarny love in your bag. i hope you all get some well-deserved rest.

nikkishell said...

Oh my! I kept inhaling my breath more and more the further into your post i read. I finally let it out with a phew!
What an eventful Christmas!

rachelmp said...

How terrifying. As a mum of 3 boys (and a carer of a rabbit) too I was on the edge of my seat. Glad Moby was there to make it a little bit better

CurlyPops said...

Eeeek! I had the shivers just reading that story. Thank God for Moby the Superbear!

Cath @ chunkychooky said...

FAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRKKK!!! poor bloody you! poor all of you. shall we send toilet roles in leiu of flowers to his bedside?

Vic said...

Oh dear! I held my breath while reading about the entire ordeal & breathed a sigh of relief there when the ambos arrived, I tell you!

Yikes. Triple yikes. Hooray for small bears that are super-heroes in fuzzy disguise, hooray for granmas, for lucky escapes & most definitely hooray for dear, sweet Jess!

Janet said...

Holy cripes! How painful for your boy, oweee.

Hope recovery is progressing super fast and yay for little bears and knitting needles in times of need.

Cathy {tinniegirl} said...

OMG!!! Your poor things. OMG!!!

sophie said...

Oh Lordy, the pain, goodness, I had my legs crossed reading that. Poor poor little mite, I am relieved everything is intact - and I hope you have recovered somewhat - that kind of scare must replay horribly.

xxxx

Suse said...

Oh God Tania. Oh my god.

And yes, isn't your eldest amazing.

x

Megan said...

Holy crap. Your poor boy, and poor you and your husband. My goodness that would have been incredibly scary. Thank goodness it was mostly blood with no ongoing damage, even if all that blood did alert all major panic stations!

teddybearswednesday said...

Oh Tania, i'm stunning and shocked and horrified. Not sure what to say, except you poor things all of you and well thank god in the end it's all Ok.
So glad Moby came in handy, and he did want he's meant to do.
xo

moomi said...

two boys here, i can totally relate = we've had two trips this year for kid 1 to get stitches in his chin, not pleasant but they're amazingly resilient ;) SO glad your boy is on the mend, what a great story to tell his girlfriend/wife one day ;) x

Ali said...

Oh my goodness - so glad he is okay. You have one heck of a story for the family archives there.

Maggie said...

ugh, what a fright for you! so glad everything turned out okay and nothing needed to be re-attached.

Andi said...

Excuse me but ... HOLY FUCK that must have hurt!!! And given you the fight of your life!!!!!
Glad all is now sorted and healing.
What a champion your eldest is, thinking of knitting at a time like that. You breed 'em smart you does!
Take care of you and yours.
Andi xx

A Peppermint Penguin said...

I'm glad everyone is alright in the end. I'm glad you have your knitting. I'm glad you had a grandma on hand and that you lot are so good in a crisis.

But man, that is going to be some story when he's over the shock and the pain.

I wish you a long spell of absolute boredom.

Catherine said...

Dear middle, my husband (and probably any man who has read or heard of your experience) is wincing for you, and thinks you are incredibly brave...
dear eldest - you are awesome and clever...
dear Moby - I'm glad Jess has imbued you with the super powers to help deal with the difficult times in life...
dear tania - hope you and The Mr are breathing more easily now - and that the rest of your festive season is more peaceful!xo

TammyJ said...

Oh My Goodess, I was panicking there along with you ... my goodness Tania you write with such amazing emotive clarity ... one big ouch is right! I hope its all well healed soon and good on you for keeping middles modesty still quite intact while painting a very clear picture for us. I do hope your following days are calm, quiet and far removed from emotive gut wrenching Mama drama.

Leah said...

Sending healing thoughts your sons way! Poor little sod, how traumatic for you all! Enjoy your wine....Moby is adorable....

Nikki said...

Oh lordy..... still catching my breath here..... (can I swear?).

That eldest of yours is a special one. I'd keep her if I were you (that is, if my attempts to adopt her fail!).

hugs and calm to you....xn

Allison said...

*faints*

beck said...

wow...that's one of life's 'moments' you won't be forgetting for a while. Phew. Glad things worked out ok, so glad. Big glass of wine, big glass...xo

Tanya said...

Oh my. Now mightn't be the time to go on about how well you told that story- because well, the story is so um, oh, blood and ambo's and boys and their bits- oh, and the DOG- arhhh. I would have been horizontal too, for much longer. And brandy may or may not have been helpful (depending how much was consumed?). Awful. Well done you,Mr, Moby and Grandma. And, hooray for the eldest. Thoughtful. Oh again. Ouch

Frog, Goose and Bear said...

Oh my goodness - what a story! What an ordeal. That'll be a Christmas story to remember - once you are ll over the shock. Wishing you calm and peaceful times for the rest of the holidays!

zofia said...

OMG!
So glad he is ok!
Wow, what a day. Lotsa hugs.xx

june at noon said...

Oh my goodness. There is never a dull moment at your house. My youngest was only about 1 when he managed to get his "little guys" caught in the moving wheel of a Thomas train. (Why must they always put everything down there?) No pain, easy removal, but it's left me afraid for the rest of his life! Glad you're all ok and feeling the wool therapy.

Hayley Egan said...

Aw Tania... poor little man.. :(

Mare said...

OWWWWWWWW!!! I have no boys but my girls all got their share of wierd booboos too. I'm so glad your little guy and his "little man" are feeling better and functioning....I'll share this with you. The reason we had the opportunity to adopt our puppy Little Honey was when she accompanied her little boy into the bath and decided to bite down on a little pink wiggly piece of tissue she saw dangling off that little boy while he was getting into his pajamas. He's fine now but is now the proud owner of a lizard and we have the pup. Thankfully there are no little boys here while she is with us...Take a deep calming breath and have a Happy New Year....

sooz said...

She brought yarn and needles for you. How completey fantastic. In the midst of disaster you have someone to keep your priorities in order. Amidst the horror what a joyful moment :-)

jo so and sew said...

Oh my goodness... the things that you don't think of - can happen hey? I am glad his 'mr mozzi' (as Romy calls it..) is ok... and the rest of you. What a start to the holidays! I hope the rest is much more peaceful...x

Amanda said...

I can't believe I have never thought of such injuries and while I am insanely relieved to hear all is ok you have just added a bit of worry to my long list of worries. Oh goodness me...Hope all is back to normal soon..

kelly said...

God Lord... I nearly vomited whilst reading this and I am not joking.

Thank goodness all is OK and Moby is so awesome.

Much love to you all xox

Sandrine said...

Oh poor "all of you" to have had to go through that (again in a way).
I am so glad it is ok now, I hope you recover all from the chock as well!
Amazing how things can slip in a fraction of a second...
Much love to you all x

Miss Muggins said...

Yikes! What a terrifying experience all round. Brings to mind the story of my brother playing sans pants in the sandpit with his metal tonka truck...the story is still told almost 40 years later with a cringe!
Thank goodness for Moby and knitting xx

katiecrackernuts said...

Oh I feel faint. No really. Wee bit woozy. You did well. I'd have passed out.

Sally said...

I couldn't read all of that properly... had to do one of those quick scan jobs and then slowed down again when things seemed better. Your poor boy. Awful.

flowerpress said...

Sending lots of parent empathy vibes. Hate that scream, hate that bit when you have to look to see the damage. But love the way the family pulls together under pressure.
I'm very glad to hear the family jewels survived in tact!!
You never know, it might make a funny story, one day, far in the future when the shock has faded!
x

Stomper Girl said...

Ow ow ow ow OW! Poor little boy. Not an area you want blood spurting from AT ALL. Hope you are all calm and stuff now, and I'm so impressed with the eldest thinking to send you yarn therapy.

Jenny from Ohjoh said...

Good Golly Miss Molly! Goose bumps, followed by breath holding followed by relieved sigh here. Can't even imagine the roller coaster for you guys.
Glad to here he's mending and all is settling down.
Hope you have a quiet new year!

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

Dear God! Poor little boy .
But well done ! You all moved like a well-oiled machine and should be so proud of yourselves .
I hope the rest of the holidays are peaceful , cosy , giggly and fun.

silverpebble said...

Good God. What a terrible business. I'm hugely relieved you're coming out of the woods. Knit. Knit like there's no tomorrow.

heather said...

i love you tania. that was a little much to read before bed. i am W I D E awake now. but relieved and breathing with you all thankfully. cathartic posting is such a blessing. along with all the computery hugs and kisses that bounce back to you. i hope daddy and son are sleeping soundly now. and you of course mama. but the boys bond over stuff like that in a way we can't understand..... love you. so glad he's okay. you'll have to knit a red cross on moby's sweater.

Anna said...

just added to my things to remember in case we have a little man ... don't locate animal access flaps at groin level ... ouch! i'm having phantom sympathy pains.

glad all is well.

have you noticed they both happened very close to festive holidays? pattern, or weirdy coincidence?

Tracey said...

Thank goodness he's ok, I think I need a drink too, after reading this. It will certainly provide a cautionary tale for his own kids some day - "look where you're going! When I was your age.."
Off to traumatize my husband...

Fer said...

Oh my, thank heavens he's okay!

brownhairblueribbon said...

I read this to my Mama who is staying for Christmas - she shrieked more then once and at the end said "thank heavens I just had girls!"

Glad that all was ok in the end.

Deb said...

Oh my goodness! that's just so dramatic and nasty :) so glad it turned out all good though.
Hugs
deb xx

tea with lucy said...

oh. my. goodness.

holding my breath right to the end.

glad the 'little fella' is ok.

xo

happy new year too!

Loz and Dinny said...

Bloody hell! I've missed everything ... so glad it ended well x