Someday we'll look back and laugh at that time I almost had a heart attack. Wait, there are a lot of those.
I mean the time Kate found Jakes fishing lure.
Yesterday I heard screaming from my bedroom. The "I'm about to die" kind of screaming that throws every mom's adrenaline into overdrive. I came in to find Kate {literally} hooked to my bed. One end of a huge lure was in my bed and the other in Kate's leg. And upon surveying the situation through panick-struck-vision and seeing that the hook was fully through her leg but that the hook wasn't "set" (that term was for you Dad) I knew that it was up to me to pull it out. And quickly because she was still screaming and flailing and I knew there was a high possibility of it going in deeper- and then I wouldn't be able to get it out. Not to mention how painful that would be for poor Kate.
It also flashed through my mind that you aren't supposed to remove shrapnel from a car accident or explosion because once it pierces your body, it's holding in your organs, so it has to be removed by a medical professional. "Pull it together Amy, this isn't shrapnel, it's a fish hook. You can do this, just do it quickly. And don't let Kate see you panic."
After that is sort of a blur that involved a phone call to my husband, the doctor, some info about her latest tetnis shot, some hydrogen peroxide and melaleuca.
Look at that cute leg. This is why her nickname is Squishy.
Entry wound and exit wound. It went in at the top and was coming out the other side. So freaky.
Oh and a I had to have Ashley run to grab scissors so I could cut Kate's shirt off. It was in the hook good and I didn't want to risk stabbing her again or pulling it up over her head to get it off. And Kate wanted that thing as far away from her as possible- and fast.
Thankfully the lure had never been used (it was still in the box) and her shots were up to date and she's a super resilient kid. Within 30 minutes she was running around and fighting over which color Popsicle. Although I'm sure that leg is going to be sore for a little while and we're watching for signs of infection.
Someday it'll all be funny. Right now, I think I see another gray hair.
Confession: I used to have recurring nightmares about being hooked in the face with a fish hook for no logical reason whatsoever... I wouldn't even be fishing in the dreams... just in the neighbor's back yard or something. Poor Kate and poor mom. I'm glad it wasn't a vital organ.:-p
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