Trey's Big Boo-boo...
13 June 2012
As most of you know, Trey had a pretty bad fall today. He was out playing with friends just behind our house. He tripped as he was running to catch up with a friend and fell, hitting his head on a sharp rock. He was knocked out for a second and was wobbly and confused when he got up. He told his friends to come get me but ended up walking back on his own, dripping blood the whole way. He came around the fence, where Robert and I were sitting in the back yard, saying he got hit by a rock. We were not alarmed originally due to him being so calm and rational. When he walked through the gate, we see his face is heavily covered in blood. He had blood on his hands, arms, legs, and clothes. Now, we are much more rushed to get him care, obviously. Robert wrapped his head with some gauze we had here to slow and maintain the blood flow while we were en route to the emergency room. Robert stayed home with Alex since he was still laying down for his nap while I took Trey. They got him in almost immediately, which I was afraid wouldn't happen, and he was laying in a bed before the nurse had even gotten his paperwork. I was pleasantly surprised by this.
So, with the background being out there, I want to warn anyone that gets sick at the sight of blood, or just simply does not want to see it, to stop reading now. I know the second video is not long, but my camera wasn't working on my phone. Therefore, I had to take a quick video before the surgeon stitched him up.
Trey's message to everyone.
(I tried to send this to the family, but, again, my phone would not cooperate.)
For those that cannot read what his shirt says, here it is...
"I think I brained my damage"
He was wearing this shirt all day, including when he fell. Ironic, isn't it?
He had a CT Scan to confirm there was
no skull fracture or internal bleeding or swelling and there was none,
thank God. After getting those results, it was time to get him stitched up.
Last chance to turn away. This is the gruesome part.
I think the gaping hole in his head speaks for itself...
He did not cry once. Not when it happened, not when he saw the blood, not at all ever. He said it didn't hurt very much, even when people were touching it. However, when the surgeon began numbing it, I thought he was going to break my hand. Even with this pain he was clearly experiencing, he laid still and did not cry one tear. He was so tough!
When we got home, he wanted to show off his 20 new stitches (for those of you keeping track, that is 28 total in his almost 11 years) to his friends that he was playing with when it happened. Then, I wanted to see where it happened and the evil rock that did this to my baby.
You can see, if you click on the photo to make it bigger, where he hit and some blood drops when he stood up.
His DNA is everywhere...
Around the bend..... and up to our front door..... Trey's way of saying, "I was here."
To follow up, he was doing better (while his head was still numb). Then, after being outside with his friends for a short while, he got a pretty bad headache and decided resting like Nonni told him to do would be the best way to go.
Trey with his 20 new stitches and swelling, standing with his friends that are gathered around him happy he is okay.
It was scary for all of us, but we are all beyond lucky to have Trey in our lives. Someone was looking out for him today, and we could not be more thankful for it.
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