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My 1 year old got stitches on his head last night (really this morning- ER was packed). The first of many real deal boo boos. We have a drum set in our basement and one of the snare drums was on the floor. I turned my back for literally 2 seconds (to eat a freakin cookie) and heard a shriek of pain. I quickly turned around and saw Omari holding his head. I ran over to him thinking he just hit his head on the floor or wall or something but I saw blood. I looked around and saw the snare drum and put two and two together. I cleaned the wound and saw a hole in his head. It was clearly a puncture. It wouldn't stop bleeding and it looked pretty deep. My baby! I was sick to my stomach because my baby was hurt. Desi held his stomach and started pacing the floor. "Oh God!" He said. He started to cry. "I don't want my baby brother to be hurt. Is he going to be okay?" He was so worried. My husband consoled him while I tried to clean the wound. I told my husband I have to take him to the Emergency Room. As parents, you will find that there will be moments of doubt and unsurety. In this moment,  we experienced that. My husband wasn't too sure if an ER visit was necessary and I wasn't either but I felt an internal tug that I never ignore. We got Omari dressed and I headed out to the hospital with him. As I checked him in, doubt crept up again. Should I even be here? Blood is not spurting out. Is this something I should have taken care of at home?? Google was no help. It gave me home care instructions but told me if infection occurs seek medical attention. Why risk infection?  I looked at the wound and felt that internal tug. Nope. This is the right decision. In the end, it was. Omari ended up having to get 2 stitches. The experience was heart wrenching. They put my baby in a papoose and strapped him down. My baby was looking at me with tears in his eyes the whole time. I  felt so helpless and I just wanted to break down and cry all over the hospital floor but I put on a strong face for my pumpkin. They stitched him up and gave him a nice cold and red popsicle. I asked Omari if he was okay. He said, "Okay Mommy. I eating pop pickle." Sigh of relief! My baby is okay.

The nurse joked with me and saw in the system that I had another son. She said, "You got two boys? Honey, you better get used to this. This is just the beginning." Oh Jehovah help me! I don't know if I can handle frequent ER visits. I nearly fell apart a few years ago when Desi had a hairline fracture in his arm. He was in a cast for a month! Anyway, I faked a laugh and told her my oldest was crying and so worried about his baby brother. She scoffed and said, "Honey you are setting your sons up. He needs to suck it up." Excuse me? First of all, please stop calling me honey cause I am not feeling too sweet right now. Secondly, what am I setting them up for? I'm setting them up to care? Have a heart? Be compassionate? Honey boo boo please! Please give me my discharge paper work so I can roll out of here. You make no sense! These are all the things I wanted to say with a neck roll and a few angry black woman claps but I held back.

We rolled out and headed home. My husband was so thankful and commended me for my quick action.  He held on to Omari and breathed him in. Desi woke up and held his brother so tight and we all settled in to sleep. All in a days work! I love my boys but I am not prepared for injuries. They are going have to walk around with some padding or something.

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  1. TaviaDecember 3, 2017 at 11:52 PM

    Aww i love this! I breathed a sigh of relief too when he was eating that pop pickle! And u were right, always always always listen to that inner voice. I have the same issue and sometimes I do end up at the Drs office for nothing but at least Im not sitting at home wondering.... good job mommy!

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    1. AishaDecember 4, 2017 at 5:10 PM

      Thank you Tavia! I can't deny that inner voice. We definitely have it for a reason.

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