Not much has changed on the MacCeile front in the past week. We’re still plugging along with school work and keeping busy around the house with various projects. The kids are all able to FaceTime video chat with friends and family and the weather is beginning to turn. I’m sitting here at 8pm and the shadows of dusk are just beginning to fall.
We did have quite an adventure with Crash last weekend. The kids were all getting ready for bed and playing around in the boys’ room. Crash was climbing up into the top bunk of the bed and not entirely paying attention. His foot slipped and down he tumbled smacking the side of his face onto the bed rail and splitting his cheek. It wasn’t a large wound, but it was fairly deep and wide. I knew as soon as I saw it that it would require more attention than we could give it at home.
I’ve never been concerned with taking my kids to the hospital to get them the care they need when necessary. Injury happens that we can’t patch up at home with basic first aid? Off we go to the hospital. I never thought that I would see the day where that wouldn’t be the case until I was packing Crash into the car and preparing him to go with the doctor by himself depending on the severity of the restrictions and capacity at our local hospital. It was surreal driving on the nearly empty streets and pulling into an almost deserted parking lot with triage tents, barricades and traffic cones taking up the first two rows of parking spaces.
It was even worse wandering my way through the barricades and queue to get to the triage tent before we could even enter the building. My son had a gaping wound on his face that was still gushing blood. I had a damp washcloth with us, but trying to carry him and get through triage was challenge enough. If he wasn’t keeping it on his face, it wasn’t staying on his face. I think most of the staff was relieved to see something other than a potential Covid19 case come through the doors as they were all visibly tense until we made it through triage and into the hospital itself. Once they realized that neither of us had symptoms and Crash just needed to be sewn up, everyone relaxed.
By nothing short of a miracle we were the only patients in the entire ER until a car accident produced two more about an hour after we got into our room. Our closest hospital is actually a satellite campus of the larger regional hospital. They are prepared for an overflow of Covid19 patients from the main campus but have yet to actually receive any. It’s usually fairly busy, but for whatever reason last weekend it was a ghost town. I’m thankful that we didn’t wander into a waiting room cesspool of contamination, even though I’m almost certain we’ve already had and fully recovered from the virus itself weeks before the first confirmed case was announced in our state. I still don’t want to risk picking it up again and becoming an asymptomatic carrier.
Crash did pretty well all things considered. He knew when we arrived that he was likely to get stitches so it wasn’t as much of a shock as it could have been. The doctor didn’t even bother trying to stitch him up without sedating him so we spent several hours waiting for the sedative to both kick in, and then sufficiently wear off again to safely discharge him. We also managed to ride out the first severe thunderstorm of the season at the hospital which was an unusual experience to hear the NWS weather warnings over the PA and all sorts of alarms and such sounding preparing the staff for a possible influx of patients. It was a pretty crazy weekend all around really. My kids are now 3/3 with injuries requiring stitches. A milestone I never hoped to reach but managed to fly past anyway.