“Mom!!!! Kyla is bleeding!!!”
She wasn’t bleeding….blood was gushing out of her forehead. I tried to get a good luck and then for a split second wish I did not. She had a gaping hole right next to her eye. I mean I could easily push my finger in there. HOLE.
I got all the kids (and Quintus’ girlfriend) into the car, while helping Kyla to the car as well. I rushed away from home so quickly that I didn’t even have time to lock the doors.
Hazards on, driving towards the hospital, I was so thankful that we live a mere 3 km from there!
As I understand it, Quintus was going to hit a golf ball…had warned everyone to move away and Kyla didn’t move far enough.
You have no idea the way I felt. I was so stressed that I could barely write. It was decided that they would try and close the hole in ER. I (and my parents) were more than willing to pay for her to get surgery but the doctor was convinced that he could do the same job in ER.
She was such a strong little girl. She was given drops for pain that also made her very tired, so that helped but she kept still for all that time it took to repair the wound. Poor girl even told me to please tell Quintus she is sorry and that once her eye is repaired she will tell him herself.
Jason was hysterical. Hysterical. I couldn’t calm him down. Quintus was freaked out. Completely freaked out. I could see that he didn’t know how to handle what had happened.
It took me an hour to get medication for her and then she fell asleep before I could even give it to her. I’m sure she’ll wake up during the night though.
I feel SO bad. So bad.
I’ve included a photo of her sleeping now but do warn that it looks very sore. (and is)