Thanks to all my twitterkin that sent good vibes our way. I sincerely think it helped! We were able to leave (yet again) without having to put Finn under for surgery. And today the cut looks better - it's pinking up. Those of you who are very brave can go see it here. Be warned - it's gross.
At the current moment our status is set to "wait & see". All the doctors involved (and there is a growing number of them, which I think is stoopid) seem to think it could easily go either way. Best case scenario involves sutures healing great and come out next week. Worst case would be skin continues to die due to lack of blood supply and surgery becomes inevitable. Then it's put Finn under - something that scares me very much - and plastic surgeon takes a graph from his tiny little back and applies it to his arm so it doesn't crater.
We see plastic surgeon Tuesday and its his call. Until then, we have to watch it vigilantly and go straight to the doctor, do not pass go, do not collect $200, where he will then send us straight to the ER and we do it all over again.
JOY.
While I am VERY thankful this is just a superficial wound, and we're not dealing with a super-serious injury, the thought of putting Finn to sleep for surgery makes me incredibly nervous. I guess I've heard too many horror stories of kids never waking up again, especially little ones.
So - if you have a positive success story to share, please leave them in the comments.
If you only have horrible, awful, negative stories, take a hike. I can't hear those right now.
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Two year old and I are driving to meet Hotwheel Hubs and Finn at the ER. I am distraught due to circumstances.
Eli: "Mommy. Mommy. Look! Look Dat!!"
Me: "What? Where?"
Eli: "Iyon pway! Iyon pway!" points and wiggles excitedly
Me: "What?"
Eli: "IYON PWAY!! Der. Der. Der-der-der-der. DER!!!"
Me: spotting the source of discontent
"You want to play there, at that playground?"
Eli: "Ya."
Me: "We can't baby. We got to go see Daddy and Brother."
Eli: "Kaaay."
(a few miles later)
Eli:"Schweep da moon, schweep da moon, Ewi schweepin', Brudder nigh-nigh"
Repeat 18 times.
(Translation: Sleep the moon, sleep the moon, Eli sleeping, Brother night night.)
(more miles later)
Eli: "Mommy. Mommy. Look! Look Dat!! Eeeeewwwww. Dat yucky!"
Me: ......
Eli: "Eeeeewwwww. Blech. Dat duht nassy."
Me: spotting the construction & piles of dirt around the hospital
"Yep. Nasty dirt."
(in the hospital parking lot)
Eli: "Mommy. Mommy. Look! Look Dat!! Der! Mocycle! Iyona wide!"
Me: "Yep. It's a motorcycle. Say 'hi' to the motorcycle man. We can't ride, baby. We have to go see Daddy now."
Eli: "Kaaay."
Eli:
Repeat 18 times.
(Translation: Sleep the moon, sleep the moon, Eli sleeping, Brother night night.)
(more miles later)
Eli: "Mommy. Mommy. Look! Look Dat!! Eeeeewwwww. Dat yucky!"
Me: ......
Eli: "Eeeeewwwww. Blech. Dat duht nassy."
Me: spotting the construction & piles of dirt around the hospital
"Yep. Nasty dirt."
(in the hospital parking lot)
Eli: "Mommy. Mommy. Look! Look Dat!! Der! Mocycle! Iyona wide!"
Me: "Yep. It's a motorcycle. Say 'hi' to the motorcycle man. We can't ride, baby. We have to go see Daddy now."
Eli: "Kaaay."
Eli has no clue whatsoever there is discord in the house. His oblivion is refreshing, and I hope if I stay around it long enough I can absorb some of it by osmosis. He's been pacifier free for over 3 weeks, and his talking has increased at least 50%. He quit by himself, cold turkey. He's asked for it a few times when he's been sleepy or upset, but only a few.
I'm so proud of my goofy, sweet baby boy. He's a spot of sunshine on a cloudy day.
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Also - anyone know if its possible to back up a blog? I'm terrified of blogger crashing and losing all my posts. Is this a dumb thing to worry about or can my neurosis be validated?
