Do you know what this is?
It’s a weighted warm-up golf club. Used by golfers to practice their swing. It’s not long enough to reach the ground, so you aren’t whacking at the grass or hitting an actual ball. It. is. HEAVY. That end weight is no joke.
Do you know what my oldest child thought he should do with it?
Grab the handle and swing it around as he spun in a circle, of course. Because, why not? It’s not like that end is incredibly heavy or anything. And it’s not like any of his brothers were in the yard with him or anything.
On the day before Thanksgiving, I was cleaning up the kitchen and running back and forth between there and the backyard where my bookend boys were playing since it was a gorgeous day. I had just been back inside for maybe three minutes when I hear a frantic knock on our back door and hear hysterical crying.
I go to the door and there are my two boys along with our neighbor.
The youngest with blood pouring down his face.
At first, we think it’s just a bloody nose that he’s managed to smear all over his face and up into his hair. But after using a towel to wipe some of the blood away, I realize it’s coming from up near his hairline.
With all the blood, it was hard to see how bad it was, so I get Cub into the tub rinse him off. His hands are black: the boys had been making a mud puddle in the backyard before this accident. So between the mud and the blood, he was a mess.
Monkey was sent up to his room after telling me that it was an accident, that he was swinging around “Daddy’s golf thing” and Cub ran near him and got hit with it. I just wanted him out of the way for the moment. If he stayed downstairs, chances were that he and Bear would have gotten into a fight while I was trying to deal with all the blood. I didn’t want more blood.
After calming Cub down and finally getting the bleeding to stop, I call the doctor.
Explaining what happened and checking in to be sure that I didn’t need to bring him in.
The nurse asked me questions to determine if Cub had a concussion or would need stitches. I answered “no” to all of her questions, explained that the cuts were stopping bleeding and weren’t very long, but that I didn’t want to be that mom who ignored that her child’s head was profusely bleeding, have something happen later in the day and then feel like an idiot for not calling the doctor earlier. The nurse told me to watch him and that she’d have the doctor call me in a bit.
Of course this all happens right before we have to get to the grocery store for a time-specific pick-up. And Cub won’t let me touch his face any more, so there’s still some blood on his face. Plus two angry bird bandaids. So we get all sorts of looks at the store. He pathetically walks along with us, carrying a box of Strawberry Shortcake bandaids since he claimed those would make his head feel better. I felt like I should put a sign around my neck that said “I didn’t do it. And it was just an accident. I swear.”
On our way home, the doctor called and I felt the need to explain how this happened. She just laughed and said that it happens all the time, though usually with baseball bats instead of golf clubs.
Ah, the joys of parenthood. It’s all fun and games ’til someone’s head is gushing blood.
So, how was your Thanksgiving break?
*For the record: Cub is just fine. And Monkey and I had a talk about how accidents happen so he wasn’t in trouble, but how he needs to be aware of who/what is around him and what could happen.