Not a Normal Sunday

My Sunday morning was an awful one...

  After work Saturday, I placed my bag filled with my work shears and other salon tools in my bedroom, on top of a cedar chest. Since I am not used to worrying about kids getting into things, I forgot about it, and that was where it stayed for the rest of the weekend.

Sunday morning I woke up early, realized I was out of coffee, decided to 'get over it', made a pot of hot tea instead and began making breakfast for the kids.  I attempted to make a big pancake breakfast-which was a disaster-and it got worse from there.  As I was trying to get the temperature right for the pancakes (which ended up in the trash), I totally burned the omelette on the burner next to it (which I ate anyway because mom's just do that).  Just after I decided to 'get over' that, I heard Jace scream from my bedroom.

Panic stricken, I ran into the bedroom to see what was happening.  There I found Jace crying and standing with his  left hand holding a very bloody right hand.  I can't explain the horror I felt as my eyes darted in every direction looking for a clue of what just happened.  He was very shaken and blood was on his brow, his feet and his arms. I dropped to my knees, scooped him up, and as I turned to carry him to the kitchen, I saw it.  There, lying on that cedar chest was a single, straight razor blade!  He must've opened my bag, pulled open (what he thought) was a pack of chewing gum, opened it and accidentally sliced off a chuck of skin from his thumb knuckle.  Thank God Ron was home at the time because I was hysterical.  I know what I've done to myself with those blades--I couldn't handle knowing what happened to my son!

Ron rinsed and rinsed it under the kitchen sink...we tried to bandage it but it kept bleeding.  Finally, I remembered to have him hold his hand above his heart and the bleeding stopped.  Once things settled down a bit, I decided to take him where I always go for a medical emergency--TO MY DAD'S HOUSE!  Seriously, the man knows when a stitch needs to be made.  He's never been wrong.  Rather than sit in an emergency room for hours, I knew Dad would fix it just right--and if it needed a stitch, he would be the first to drive us to a hospital.

Even though illegal, I made Ron hold him in the back seat as I drove the 10 minutes to Dad's.  Jace was very quiet, and I can only imagine how scared he was.  I prayed over and over--'please let this be ok'...And it is ok...Once I saw him in Dad's hands, I was ok too.  Dad cleaned it, nursed him back into shape, gave him a kiss, and off he went to play.

I totally skipped bathtime tonight because I don't even want to see that deep chunk of flesh flap-UGH!  Poor thing!  I hope it heals super fast!  That was a huge lesson for me.  Needless to say, the bag of tools are in my closet on the the highest shelf from now on!

Look at the photo on the left-those are razor blades for my carving comb.  Now look at the photo on the right-That is the chewing gum I always buy.  No wonder he thought he was finding gum!  Thank God it never entered his mouth!!!!!



                     "...Whew!..."


                  Glad it's over!