So yesterday I get a phone call as I'm leaving work from Curt telling me that he's going to the Walk-in Clinic to get stitched up. Apparently he was working on my jeep, and he was standing on the tire leaned over the engine, and as he jumped down, the hood that was leaned against the windshield grabbed his armpit and ripped a big chunk out.
Here is the corner of the jeep that got him, there is a chunk of his skin
on there along with a hair...
Here is the pic he took right after the accident:
Here we are at the Doc Office, getting stitched up...
So they couldn't stitch up the whole thing, because there was a huge chunk missing, so
they stitched up what they could, but they had to leave the hole in the middle open.
Here is what it looked like the next morning....
And because its in such a bad spot, where he sweats, he has to be on strong antibiotics.
Ok, so when Curt went to the walk-in clinic, he was still covered in grease and gasoline, so the doc tapes up his wound, tells him to go home and shower, and then come back and she would re-bandage it. So he leaves the house to go be re-bandaged and bring the girls back to their mom, so me and Lake stay home, so I can feed him his dinner while we wait for dad to come back. Lake wasn't happy that Curt left without him and got a little fussy, so after his dinner, I fed him little pieces of a cookie. And I guess because he was upset, he started cramming all the little pieces of cookie into his mouth at once. And next thing I know, he starts choking, but he isn't making a sound. So I use my finger to sweep the cookies out of his mouth. I got several pieces out, but he was still choking. So I sweep his mouth again, but it doesn't work. At this point, he goes limp, so I lay him on the ground and start the Heimlich
Maneuver on him. Now, I know how to do the heimlich maneuver, but all that went out the window when he started to turn blue. His lips were blue, his face was blue, it was awful. So i literally started pounding on his stomach. I will never forget that feeling, to see him fighting, and see his stomach moving all over the place as I hit it. So after a few presses on his stomach, I do the finger sweep again, I put my fingers so far down his throat, trying to dislodge what was stuck. When I didn't feel anything, I pulled my hand out of his mouth and my fingers were all bloody. I don't know if it was my fingernails cutting his throat or if it was from the trauma of my fingers. All I kept thinking was that I wished I wasn't alone and that I needed to call the ambulance, but I couldn't stop trying to help him long enough to find my phone and call. Thankfully, all of a sudden he starts breathing and his color comes back. He rolls over onto his belly and starts crying. I don't know how long all this took, but it seems like it took an eternity. I can honestly say that was the scariest moment of my life. I grabbed him and held him and he just wanted his face pressed against my chest. He didn't cry for long, and I didn't cry at all, I think I was still in shock. I don't think it was until a couple of hours later that it hit me. It was just so surreal, my son could have died on my living room floor so easily. What if I hadn't seen him choking, what if he was in a different room? What if the heimlich maneuver didn't work? What if I couldn't have gotten the food out? What if I had damaged his windpipe when I had my fingers down his throat? All these things keep going through my head. I am just so thankful that things turned out like they did!Here is a link to teach you how to do the Heimlich Maneuver on babies, and how to do it on adults as well. Please, please read, because you never know when your going to need it.
For a baby or child:
For an adult:
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