Parents of the Year

Yesterday Dan and I were getting ready to run a few errands. We were both in our room and I set Cam in the middle of our bed. I was watching him, and he kept just sitting in the middle of the bed. I turned for literally one second to hand Dan a rubberband, and as I turned back, I watched Cam fall off my bed out of the corner of my eye. It happened faster than Dan and I could blink! My heart stopped. I think that the medical training in me took over- I just stayed as calm as possible and tried to calm Cam down. He cried for 30 minutes, and would not calm down. Dan and I got worried when he vomited, so we took him to Primary Children's ER at Riverton Hospital.
He vomited again while in the ER, and the doctors told us he was an intermediate risk for head trauma. At this point do we do a CT scan or not? The doctor told us there was a study that has shown doing CT scans in babies puts them at risk for 1 in 1000 to develop cancer when they are old. That is a relatively large risk when you account for the study including 40,000 children. A CT scan has the radiation equivalent of 500 chest xrays.
The plan became to observe him for 3 hours and an extra hour after drinking some juice to make sure he showed steady improvement and didn't vomit anymore.
Thank heavens! After 4 hours of observation from a 3 foot fall head first off my bed onto our hardwood floor, Cam is bruised but alright!!!!

Right after it happened. He was not happy about me holding an ice pack on there

On the way to the hospital-look how huge it bulges out!

Grouchy but doing good under observation

Trying to make the wait bearable...

 After motrin and tylenol, and ice, and sleep, today he is much better- bruised but much better. Still a bit grumpy, but thank heavens nothing to worry about!

I guess I'm not invincible, or an all power pet whisperer

I am an idiot. I tend to let it go to my head that I am good with animals. Ok, maybe I'm not even good with animals- but I love them. Too much maybe. 

I thought I would be so smart, and even better- save money- by shaving Iliad myself instead of paying the groomer to do it. 

It all started out just fine. He was being a good boy, and even seeming to enjoy the hair cut. Well, after his back was pretty well done, I started to do down his sides and by his legs. Well, he wasn't going to have that, and started getting mad. Okay, not just mad, beyond mad. I decided to stop before he got aggressive, but I had to brush him off... Well that was his last straw and he bit me. Not just a little bite. No, he sank his teeth way in, and wouldn't let go! Ouch doesn't begin to cover it. I also have a nice scratch from my neck down my chest. 

So... off to instacare- they wouldn't stitch my arm, too great an infection risk. I had to get a tetanus shot, a shot of antibiotics in my butt, and an oral antibiotic and pain meds. Yep it is bad enough to get pain meds. The doctor is really worried that an infection is going to pop up, despite all the meds. Crossing my fingers and praying that won't happen. 

Much to my dismay, I am not an animal whisperer. I am not invincible, and yes, my own cat that loves me will bite me if he feels the need. 

Mind you- when I got home from the doctor- he was purring and wanting loves. 

His half done hair cut....

Ouch....