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One thing I've learned, when someone gets hurt, is that my job, as the mother, is to stay composed--more than composed, calm. I think I become calmer than normal. I start speaking quietly to counteract the crazy vibe that starts to take over our home. My job is to mellow everyone out. The moment I lose it, all is lost.
I was touched by the little brothers strong feelings for his older brother. You know, sometimes in the day to day happenings of life, you start to wonder just how they feel about each other. When something like this happens, there's no question any more.
We got home and everyone was in bed. I'm so grateful for my older children in situations like this--their ability to hold down the fort while the Warden and I are gone.
We got #4 into bed with direct instructions not to sleep on the right side of his head. When he went to bed, it was still numb, but he had some Tylenol on board, so we were hopeful for a good night's sleep.
At 3am, I woke to someone crying by my bed. I was pretty groggy and remember talking to #4 and giving him instructions to "take more Tylenol" and "get some ice" and "go back to bed." He obediently went downstairs. As I lay there, I became more awake and suddenly realized that I'd sent my son, who's hurting, to go take care of himself. What did I just do?! What was I thinking? Clearly, I wasn't.
After giving him some Tylenol, he was set for the rest of the night. He slept very well.
When I went in to check on him early in the morning, he was sleeping on his right side on the sock filled with ice.
I kept him home from school. It seemed in the doctor's instructions that the first 24 hours were the most important. We kept Tylenol in him, and he just laid around. The big concern is to take care of the cartilage. The doctor mentioned "cauliflower ear," which I guess is when the cartilage dies and the ear just flops over. Being a middle schooler's tough enough. I don't think he needs that on top of it. It's just a matter of protecting that ear for awhile, so there will be no P.E., no rough housing, no trampoline, and no soccer game on Saturday. Poor kid.
The doctor had shared this reality with him just after he was stitched up. He was so disappointed. On our way home, he started to bemoan the fact that life was going to be "so boring." I reassured him that it would only be until we went to see the doctor again in a week. As soon as the doctor says it's okay, he could do all of those things again.
We'll see how this week goes. Could be interesting.