As a parent of four pre-school children, a child crying is a very common noise to me. When one of my children starts to cry, I do not automatically drop everything and run to their side. If the child starts out with a horrific, terrified, type of screaming, then yes, I will immediately make a beeline for wherever they are. But if the crying is that of one who has had a toy forcibly removed from their possession, I am less likely to raise the alert level to above a mild yellow.
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Prepping for surgery |
It was the second type of crying that greeted my ears this past Sunday. A crying that did nothing to alert me that something drastic had happened, I nearly didn't respond at all, except we were at a lunch gathering with a whole bunch of people, and I didn't want a major disturbance. I am afraid that I still had that major disturbance.
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Little Kiddie number Three in Mummy's arms, waiting to see the doctor |
The scene that greeted my eyes as I rounded the corner of the house, was that of my little boy with blood streaming down him face. Now, if it had been coming from a
blood nose
(actually exiting the nostril,) then I would hardly have been perturbed. It may have been just a little squabble between a couple of the kiddies, but no. There
was blood exiting from a nostril, but it was the blood gushing from a slash across the nose that stopped me in my tracks!
While a volunteer in the
New Zealand Fire Brigade
, I underwent intensive emergency response first aid and primary care training, but do you think I could recall what I had been taught- with my own child standing there, screaming, with blood literally all over him? We did what we could while waiting for the
Ambulance's
arrival. Praise God, they were very fast!
To find out more about what happened, check back here soon for the remainder of the story.
Jim