So 1 more day...technically. Just, one, more, day. Is all I have to endure, and then I will have a brand spanken new baby boy! We should be bringing him home a day or two after my C-section. But lemme tellz yah, this past week has been one that makes my heart drop.
On saturday, one of my twin girls passed out for reasons still yet unknown. I had my other daughter screaming for me at the top of her lungs. I bolt it down stairs, all 8 and a half weeks preggers of me, jet down the flight of stairs like they weren't even there. I had heard a loud 'bang' seconds before this and had assumed it to be something outside. I was just looking out the window before my poor little girly called out for me.
So what do I find? My little one, face first, out cold in a puddle of her own blood. A parents worse nightmare. I was once part of a volunteer paramedic team years and years back, so my medical training kicks in and the scene before me becomes that much worse. I know that there are many things that could be wrong. Her jaw or worse her neck could be broken. Is she breathing...where is all the blood coming from...
To my utter relief, she starts crying moments after I start looking for a pulse and checking her neck. Through the mess of blood I find a large open wound on her chin. The ambulance is called and so are all the family members.
All in all, she ends up receiving 4 stitches and we still do not know why she passed out. Many tests were done and she will be going through more. I am happy to know that this situation that could have been much much worse turned out the way it did. There are so many things that could have made this worse or even fatal, and those things, thankfully are not what happened.
So after all that, how am I coping...barely I tellz yah. I am practically up all hours of the night constantly checking on my two sleeping little beauties. I am sure that my pregnant hormones do not help the situation. My other little girl that witnessed the entire thing, is constantly asking me to check on her twin, even though they share the same room.
Had the doctors told me a reason for her passing out...something I can regulate. Like being hypoglycemic....anything. I think I would feel a bit better. Not 100%, but at least there would be a reason...not knowing is the worse.
And now, I have to send them off to grandmas and grandpas while me and their dad head to the hospital for my surgery. Ugh, the sinking feeling I have. Not for the surgery, but just I do not know...sinking...I close my eyes and I see my little girl sprawled out in her own blood not responding to me calling her name.
Dread. Eerie. Hurts my heart. An image no parent wants to live with.
So what can other parents learn from this...
Teach your kids that it is ok to feel yucky. To listen to what their body is telling them. You feel like crap, sit your arse down and call for help. You have more then one kid...teach them how to handle a situation where their sibling is passing out or injured. If you do not know how to deal with this yourself. Get educated. A small one day first aid and CPR class is all it takes to handle a situation properly and save someone you care about. It is not, are you doing it right.... the thing you should ask yourself later on is, did I make an effort and try not to panic.
Yeah this is a bit depressing. But I really hope it helps me (venting and what not) and maybe it might help someone else.
All in all, I am very proud of my girls for being such big strong girls through this entire ordeal. And you know what, they have already bounced back. They are handling it way better then their parents let me tell you.
I think that the excitement of their new brother coming home in just a few days is what is helping the entire ordeal as well.
But again, universe, I would like a small break. Just a little one. That would be great.
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