Welch Whirl

Frankeinstein 2009

It was one of those days.


It was one of those days. I was watching my kids, and my four nieces and nephews. I also had a babysitter here to help while I was packing for our road trip to Nebraska. This gash is due to a 9 Iron golf club and a seemingly awful swing form of a cousin of Wiley's. I was amazed and a little shocked how bloody head wounds can be.


Speaking of shock, Wiley went into shock, I may have dabbled in and out of it myself. I was trying my hardest not to cry when I looked at him. I wanted to be strong and look in control for Wiley's sake.

Luckily all the blood happened outside, is it silly that I even cared? I was doing my best to assess the situation. Was it blunt head trama? Should I try and move him? Check his eyes, are they dilated? Are the other kids tracking the blood into the house? Quick, rinse off the pooled blood off the steps. Why is his head still gushing blood? While I hovered over Wiley I made two calls.

"Kathy, are you home, I need you."

I failed to mentioned why I needed her and she claims that I made my request so calmly that she didn't know there was an emergency when in fact I was using my "holy cow" voice.

I also called my father in law.

After they arrived things went more smoothly. Thank goodness for cell phones and friends and family to help. At one point my Father-in-law asked me what I wanted him to do. I looked at him with tears starting to well-up in my eyes and said, come with me and keep me calm". He just laughed.

Everything is fine these days and Wiley is healing nicely. Wiley said some things at the Instacare that were hilarious-lots to say about Harry Potter. I will say he was so hysterical about getting a shot that we had to put him into the papoose. Poor kid.

Amazingly, we still took all the cousins to the dino museum and still left on our road trip that same day! If you asked Wiley how the day went he would make it seem like he had a good time.

I seem to have lots of "those kinds of days".