Children's Injuries

Well, today's little story from daily life is about children's injuries.
We have three energetic children in our home, and thanks to them, we have experienced all sorts of injuries. We have even had to ride in an ambulance.

My eldest son, in particular, was 'THE definition of a rascal' when he was little, so he got hurt often. The one that left the biggest impression on me was when his chin was split wide open.
While I was drying his hair, he jumped off the stool he was standing on, got caught in the hair dryer cord, and since he was holding toys in both hands, he landed on his chin, splitting it wide open. There wasn't much bleeding, but the wound was deep and you could see the white bone. My husband happened to be home, so he held the wound shut while I called the hospital, trembling. We weren't able to make a calm decision, so for some reason, we rushed to the hospital in our own car. We still talk about how we wouldn't have been wrong to call an ambulance back then.

At that time, something a nurse told me proved to be very useful later on. Moms raising children, please remember this!

"When pressing on a wound, a wet towel is best!"
That's it.

At the time, I was pressing on it with a large amount of tissue, but it stuck to the wound... and it was heartbreaking to peel it off... so she said a wet towel would be better.

A few days later, a child passing by fell and had a significant amount of bleeding from their forehead. While everyone around was flustered, I had that knowledge, so I was able to hand over a wet towel. Thank you, nurse from that day!

So, while there were many injuries, my eldest son was constitutionally prone to dislocations, and we rushed to the hospital about three times because his joints popped out. Sometimes he would just be fighting with his futon (the enemy) and it would pop out, causing him to cry loudly.
And my second daughter had the same constitution and went to the hospital several times as well. By then, I had been trained by my eldest son and could tell just by looking that it was dislocated.

An exchange from one day ~Dislocation~
Second daughter: Crying loudly
Husband: "Huh, what, what's wrong?!"
Me (while doing chores): "Ah, it's probably dislocated. Can you take her to the hospital?"
Husband: "Dislocated? What is?"
Me: "The joint in her arm is dislocated. The left one. She can't move it, right? It's just hanging there, and the bone looks a bit out of place."
Husband: "Wait, she can't move it? Is she okay?! And how can you tell?! Why are you so calm!"
Me: "OO Hospital will pop it right back in for you, so please go!"

At the time, my husband was busy and working away from home, and since it was our third child, it was the first time he had seen a child with a dislocation, so he was very panicked. And he was put off by my calmness.

This is how mothers become tough, strong, and grow. You have to, or you won't make it. You transform from a new mom to a mother, from a mother to a 'mommy,' and from a 'mommy' to the boss of the family.

To all the moms and dads out there, thank you for your hard work today!