“Gage got bit by Poncho.” That’s what Kelly told me as we picked up the kids from my Mom’s. I called to him and he came over to me so I could check it out. He had a small puncture and a little bit of swelling between the thumb and index finger of his left hand. Gage hasn’t quite figured out that messing with a dog while its eating is not the smart play. Emilee and I discussed whether or not he need a stich, and we decided that he was probably ok in that department. We knew to keep an eye on it. Dog bites, no matter how trivial, can be an infection nightmare. So, we cleaned the area and put a Band-Aid on it. I even messed with Kelly and told her “well, we will probably end up in the ER over this”. Karma has a way of making you eat your words…
On Sunday morning his hand looked pretty bad. He had more swelling, and he would look at
you pitifully and say it hurt when it was touched. So, Emilee got online and reserved us a time
at the CHOA Urgent Care. This kind of
thing is where Emilee excels. I usually
look at whichever kid is hurt and tell them to “go rub some dirt on it”, or to “suck
it up”. Emilee talks to them and soothes
them. She gets the ice pack out, or in
Gage’s case frozen peas, and sets them up on the couch. She gets the Band-Aids out and tells them it
will take away their pain. She holds
them tight and tells them she loves them.
Typically by the time she holds them tight they are trying to escape to
go injure themselves again, but she will lovingly do it all over again when
they do.
Emilee kept Gage happy until it was time to go, and then I
loaded #1 and #2 into the truck and went to visit the doc. I am not going to tell you where I went
specifically. I walked in at 11:20 and walked out at 11:55. Checked in, got registered, saw the triage
nurse, saw the treatment nurse, saw the doc, and was walking out with a
prescription for anti-biotics with popsicles in hand….in 35 minutes! You guys can find this place on your own!
At around 5pm we noticed that the swelling had gotten
worse. The area was hot to the touch and
now there were two red streaks running up his arm. This was getting bad fast. We knew we had to take him to the ER. Emilee started the calls to get someone to watch
Gracie and Sophie, and I got little man ready for the trip. I headed out with Gage and we got to Scottish
Rite. I knew it was not good, but when every
nurse or doc that looks at it says it’s bad…
I was surprised at how fast we got seen. Gage was a champ the whole time. When the nurse and tech came in to start an
IV he didn’t flinch; not even a whimper.
After they stuck him the second time to get a good IV, they drew blood
and started to run labs and cultures.
They actually try to grow whatever is in his blood to see if the anti-biotics
they have prescribed will kill everything.
He stayed strong, and then his momma walked in. And Emilee got to hold him tight once again.
Eventually, we ended up staying overnight at Scottish. He received five rounds of IV anti-biotics
and went a little stir crazy in the process.
Emilee had gone home so that Sophie could be fed and managed throughout
the night. When she came back the next morning I was so happy to see her. Sometimes you don’t realize how important
your family is and how much you depend on one another.
Gage’s hand is much better, and he is now on to more exciting ways of trying to maim himself. Thanks to everyone who kept checking on us, and thanks to Edna and Emily for working with us getting kids #1 and #3 taken care of.
I want to make a point here of letting everyone know that
this was an accident. It wasn’t an
attack, and it could easily have been any kid and any dog. Kelly has beaten herself up pretty good over this. I was pretty pissed off about the whole thing
for couple of days, but I hope that time has given me some perspective. Accidents happen, we feel awful for them happening
on our watch, and then we hope to be forgiven.
Well Kelly, you’re forgiven but, don’t
let it happen again! lol
Keep Smiling,
Rob



