Jace is doing much better! thank you to all who loved ad prayed. Here is what happened....
It was tues the 18th. One day after Jace turned 6 months old. I had mon and tues off of babysitting because we were both trying to get setteled into our new homes. I was busy painting and sorting through things all day long. Jace was his happy self playing on the floor and having a blast being able to scoot anywhere in the house on our new wood floors. Kai and Meya (our two dogs) were adjusting to the new house and loving all the extra room. So jace was army crawling around and Kai was laying on the floor with a ball.....this is what our house is ussually like. The dogs don't mind Jace, they actually seem to like him and they let Jace play with them quit a bit. Apparently it was on off moment for Kai. Jace was army crawling along the floor and got too close to Kai and he snapped. It was so quick. He jumped up and bit down on Jaces's little face. I saw it all happened and i'm sure i screamed, which made Kai run. Jace was laying with his back on the floor. I was only two steps away but it seemed to take me minutes to get to him. I picked him up and turned him every which way to see what kind of bite marks there were. There was a pretty nasty one on his chin but i could handle that one. As i flipped him to his other side my stomache dropped. I screamed, i cursed, i went absolutly blank. For half a second. Then something else took hold. I went into a mode i have never been in before. My mind thought a million things....
get to the hospital.....1st put the paint roller in your hand down...should i put the paint away.....put the dogs in the kennel.....take your lunch out of the oven....get some shoes....grab the phone and the diaper bag....diaper bag is still in the car....move!fast!.....washcloth for the wound......
the only things a managed to do in those 2 seconds i was thinking was drop the paint roller and put a washcloth on this head.
so shoeless i ran to the car and with Jace on my lap i honked at every car to get out of my way. i was in survival mode. I was shaking and a mess. All i could think about was this hole i'd seen in Jaces head. I looked down and it hadn't started gushing blood yet so i saw a hole and i saw white. (i thought it was his scull at the time, but it turned out to be tissue). Jace was wimpering at this point so i was scared he was going to go into shock so i was trying to talk to him, drive and call dave at the same time. I couldn't get a hold him though! At the hospital a parked 3 car lengths away from the Valet parking guy who was waving me to drive closer. I flung the door open and said i had to go. running down the hospital halls i was trying to find the emergency room (i'd apparently gone in the wrong entrance). a group of people where walking down the hall and i looked at them in a panic asking where the emergency room was. This woman (she had to of been a mother too) too me by the arm and jogged us to the back entrance of the emgency room. The doors opened and she yelled for help, the whole room stood still, everyone turned around and looked at me. Right away the rushed me into a room to get a look at what had happened.
in the mean time jace had started screaming, i had nurses asking me a million questions, i kept getting david on the phone for a second befor service would cut out. 3 phones later i finally gave him enough information that he knew to come to the hospital, kai bit jace.
What seemed like hours later, i'm sure it was a little over an hour. Jace finnaly stopped screaming after being held down to put over 20 stitches in his face. It was a nightmare an absolute nightmare. David kept saying "are you serious right now". i kept crying but was trying my best to stay calm for Jaces sake.
Anyways.....we went home. i didn't want to see either of the dogs because i knew we had to get rid of them. So that night David took them to go run free. We keep telling ourselves they are happier now. And we don't talk about them either.
Well a week later we got Jaces stitches out. It was another 45min of being held down and screaming. but the doc said that he's healing great. It was a rough few days. he would smile, hardly ate. Sleeping was very uncoftable for him. But its over now.
I feel so bad that he is going to have these scars. They may be almost impossible to see when he gets older, but his toddler years he is going to have some nasty scars. He was so perfect, he was so beautiful. Not that he isn't those things now but i know what its like to have scars that stay with you forever. sigh. i just wish that his little face was flawless again. Don't get me wrong i thank God everyday for how lucky he was. no broken bone. missed his eye and other organs.....but still....i want him to be the way he was born.
(for those of you who don't get what he was...he's from the Guiness commercial, the ''brilliant" beermasters)