The Big Box Arrived. So Scott, my husband and Madilyn, my 4yr old, were determined to assemble it that evening. Madilyn and Scott worked for hours and finally finished assembling her new Loft bed. Tayta, my mother, had bought it for her. She had been asking nightly to share a room, with Lucien, her 19mo old brother for the past 6weeks. This reqest was finally met.
She really couldn't wait to spend the night sleeping in her new bed. She was so excited. She could touch the stars on her cieling. The hanging planets were dangling at her feet. Madilyn could not wait. Bed time had arrived. Her teeth were brushed without question. Her stories had been picked out. She listened intently as they were read. She was tucked in, cuddled and kissed goodnight.
Lucien was down with Scott watching Baseball, waiting his turn for or bedtime routine. I was on call. I had a Mother in the early stages of Labor. I knew my time was short and so I headed for the Bath.
While trying to utilize my bathtime to relax, singing filled my ears. I managed to get in about 15minutes. Then, I perked up a bit. I could hear footsteps climbing up and down the Loft Ladder. It was now obvious that Madilyn had no intent on sleeping in her "loft Bed" any time soon. I pulled my body from the tub, as a text came through on my phone. I knew the text meant it was now time to join the expectant couple in labor. I wrapped my body in a towel. It was nice while it lasted. I was half concentrating on Madilyn's activities and half concentrating on mentally reviewing my materials needed to support this couple.
As I dry my body, the singing turned to screams and my heart sank. "It hurts! It Hurts!" These were sounds coming from My Daughter. I knew exactly what had happened without being present. The scene flashed before my eyes and I felt panic! I dropped my towel, took two deep breaths and headed her way . . . naked.
I reached for her light. It didnt work. The fan was spinning. In the shadows, streams of blood trickled down her face as she sat in her new loft bed. I rushed up the loft stairs, grabbed her and carried her to the hallway where the light shone bright. As I lay her on the floor, Scott reached the top of the stairs with Lucien in tow. It was then that I realized my words repeating over and over, "oh my God, oh my God, oh my God." I immediately looked up at his face, and knew that I had to pull it together. I mustered up all the composure I could, and said to him, "Get me a washcloth, go get my birth bag out of my car, bring me my phone, and honey, now. He threw me a washcloth, set Lucien down, slid my phone to me and headed down the stairs to complete the list.
Lucien walked over, sat on the carpet next to Madilyn and watched my every move. I began deep breathing and relaxation exercises with Madilyn. She began to calm. I took a picture with my phone and sent it to my father. You see, my father is a Veterinarian. I had watched him stitch literally 100's of animals and wounds, including my own body. I wasn't going to the hospital unless I absolutely had to. He would certainly know if I needed to take her to E.R.
My "mother's intuition" on the other hand said, "Heather, you are 8 classes shy of being a Nationally Certified Naturopathic Doctor, you know exactly how to handle this without medical professionals." I sent the picture and then called my father.
Mean while Scott had returned. I listened intently to my father's words, while holding Madilyn and while instructing Scott on what remedies I needed. "Aconite, Arnica, Peace & Calming, Hydrogen Peroxide, Honey!" I was preparing Madilyn's body to clear the trauma from the event and begin the healing process NOW. I hung up the phone with my father and forced myself to to find inner peace with the fact that she would need stitches. I wasn't listening to my intuition anymore, I had completely disreguarded it as my EGO. I was instead acting from Naturopathic Emergency training, I had read, heard and studied numerous times.
It was now 11:30pm and I called my friend and neighbor to seek out a place for Lucien. I could not take him to the E.R. too. I called the couple I was heading out to support and informed them I would be delayed.
I loaded my birth kit materials back into the car. Scott loaded Madilyn into his car. Kathy, our nieghbor came to get Lucien. We all headed out. I administered a series of natural remedies about 5 times prior to arriving in the E.R.
Ok . . . So What Happened?!
Madilyn should have been sleeping. Her light was off. She was too excited to sleep. She decided to read in bed. She descended the loft. Turned on the light. Retrieved books. Turned off the light and returned to her bed. As she reached the bed, she realized she needed light. She leaned over to pull the light cord on the ceiling fan. She instead pulled the fan cord. So she leaned back in, to pull the light cord and the fan cracked her right accross the forehead. A corner laceration was created, tissue split open, blood flowed out. With a .5" difference from the location it hit, she would have been able to join a pirate crew due to lack of an eye. With blood strewn over herself, her loft and her comforter. It looked like we had sacrificed a rabbit in her bed.
Upon arrival to the E.R. we were questioned, the same questions by 1. front desk, 2. intake nurse, 3. pediatric nurse, 4. physicians assistant and then finally 5. the Pediatrician. It was redundant and silly. I continued to administer homeopathics after each questioning period.
The Pediatrician squatted. He used a wipe to try to open the split tissue. I was waiting for questioning or a weird look at the very least. I had smeared honey over the wound several times as it is an excellent wound healer. He sighed. Here it comes I thought, let's hear it. He continued to stare at Madilyn and said, "We aren't going to do anything. If I stitch this I have to poke 6-12 more wholes in her face and it just isn't worth it." Then my Brain took over . . and all I heard was Waaa Wa WAAA Wa Waaa, just like the adults on Charlie Brown. I looked at him and said, "I could Kiss you on the mouth right now! Thank you! That is exactly what I wanted to hear!" The remedies did their job. The honey pulled the tissue together. No STITCHES!
I use natural remedies every single day of my life. I am still awed by their strong healing power. I need to remember in my own life, Do Not 2nd guess, Believe! I do believe in my profession, as I have seen its work firsthand time and time again.
Needless to say it was an eventful evening and this was just the beginning for me. Scott and Madilyn headed home, grabbing Lucien on the way. I then headed down the road to join my laboring couple. Within 3 hours, I returned to the same Hospital E.R. with very awkward looks.
"Weren't you just here?" "Are you working?" Wow, you're going to have a long night." Thanks folks! Stating the obvious is fun. I simply smiled and nodded.
It was however a beautiful natural Labor and Birth. Baby Girl was born at 11:00am. I had been awake for over 24hrs, not an uncommon experience. However, after returning home that afternoon, I removed the fan blades from the cieling fan and went to bed.
She really couldn't wait to spend the night sleeping in her new bed. She was so excited. She could touch the stars on her cieling. The hanging planets were dangling at her feet. Madilyn could not wait. Bed time had arrived. Her teeth were brushed without question. Her stories had been picked out. She listened intently as they were read. She was tucked in, cuddled and kissed goodnight.
Lucien was down with Scott watching Baseball, waiting his turn for or bedtime routine. I was on call. I had a Mother in the early stages of Labor. I knew my time was short and so I headed for the Bath.
While trying to utilize my bathtime to relax, singing filled my ears. I managed to get in about 15minutes. Then, I perked up a bit. I could hear footsteps climbing up and down the Loft Ladder. It was now obvious that Madilyn had no intent on sleeping in her "loft Bed" any time soon. I pulled my body from the tub, as a text came through on my phone. I knew the text meant it was now time to join the expectant couple in labor. I wrapped my body in a towel. It was nice while it lasted. I was half concentrating on Madilyn's activities and half concentrating on mentally reviewing my materials needed to support this couple.
As I dry my body, the singing turned to screams and my heart sank. "It hurts! It Hurts!" These were sounds coming from My Daughter. I knew exactly what had happened without being present. The scene flashed before my eyes and I felt panic! I dropped my towel, took two deep breaths and headed her way . . . naked.
I reached for her light. It didnt work. The fan was spinning. In the shadows, streams of blood trickled down her face as she sat in her new loft bed. I rushed up the loft stairs, grabbed her and carried her to the hallway where the light shone bright. As I lay her on the floor, Scott reached the top of the stairs with Lucien in tow. It was then that I realized my words repeating over and over, "oh my God, oh my God, oh my God." I immediately looked up at his face, and knew that I had to pull it together. I mustered up all the composure I could, and said to him, "Get me a washcloth, go get my birth bag out of my car, bring me my phone, and honey, now. He threw me a washcloth, set Lucien down, slid my phone to me and headed down the stairs to complete the list.
Lucien walked over, sat on the carpet next to Madilyn and watched my every move. I began deep breathing and relaxation exercises with Madilyn. She began to calm. I took a picture with my phone and sent it to my father. You see, my father is a Veterinarian. I had watched him stitch literally 100's of animals and wounds, including my own body. I wasn't going to the hospital unless I absolutely had to. He would certainly know if I needed to take her to E.R.
My "mother's intuition" on the other hand said, "Heather, you are 8 classes shy of being a Nationally Certified Naturopathic Doctor, you know exactly how to handle this without medical professionals." I sent the picture and then called my father.
Mean while Scott had returned. I listened intently to my father's words, while holding Madilyn and while instructing Scott on what remedies I needed. "Aconite, Arnica, Peace & Calming, Hydrogen Peroxide, Honey!" I was preparing Madilyn's body to clear the trauma from the event and begin the healing process NOW. I hung up the phone with my father and forced myself to to find inner peace with the fact that she would need stitches. I wasn't listening to my intuition anymore, I had completely disreguarded it as my EGO. I was instead acting from Naturopathic Emergency training, I had read, heard and studied numerous times.
It was now 11:30pm and I called my friend and neighbor to seek out a place for Lucien. I could not take him to the E.R. too. I called the couple I was heading out to support and informed them I would be delayed.
I loaded my birth kit materials back into the car. Scott loaded Madilyn into his car. Kathy, our nieghbor came to get Lucien. We all headed out. I administered a series of natural remedies about 5 times prior to arriving in the E.R.
Ok . . . So What Happened?!
Madilyn should have been sleeping. Her light was off. She was too excited to sleep. She decided to read in bed. She descended the loft. Turned on the light. Retrieved books. Turned off the light and returned to her bed. As she reached the bed, she realized she needed light. She leaned over to pull the light cord on the ceiling fan. She instead pulled the fan cord. So she leaned back in, to pull the light cord and the fan cracked her right accross the forehead. A corner laceration was created, tissue split open, blood flowed out. With a .5" difference from the location it hit, she would have been able to join a pirate crew due to lack of an eye. With blood strewn over herself, her loft and her comforter. It looked like we had sacrificed a rabbit in her bed.
Upon arrival to the E.R. we were questioned, the same questions by 1. front desk, 2. intake nurse, 3. pediatric nurse, 4. physicians assistant and then finally 5. the Pediatrician. It was redundant and silly. I continued to administer homeopathics after each questioning period.
The Pediatrician squatted. He used a wipe to try to open the split tissue. I was waiting for questioning or a weird look at the very least. I had smeared honey over the wound several times as it is an excellent wound healer. He sighed. Here it comes I thought, let's hear it. He continued to stare at Madilyn and said, "We aren't going to do anything. If I stitch this I have to poke 6-12 more wholes in her face and it just isn't worth it." Then my Brain took over . . and all I heard was Waaa Wa WAAA Wa Waaa, just like the adults on Charlie Brown. I looked at him and said, "I could Kiss you on the mouth right now! Thank you! That is exactly what I wanted to hear!" The remedies did their job. The honey pulled the tissue together. No STITCHES!
I use natural remedies every single day of my life. I am still awed by their strong healing power. I need to remember in my own life, Do Not 2nd guess, Believe! I do believe in my profession, as I have seen its work firsthand time and time again.
Needless to say it was an eventful evening and this was just the beginning for me. Scott and Madilyn headed home, grabbing Lucien on the way. I then headed down the road to join my laboring couple. Within 3 hours, I returned to the same Hospital E.R. with very awkward looks.
"Weren't you just here?" "Are you working?" Wow, you're going to have a long night." Thanks folks! Stating the obvious is fun. I simply smiled and nodded.
It was however a beautiful natural Labor and Birth. Baby Girl was born at 11:00am. I had been awake for over 24hrs, not an uncommon experience. However, after returning home that afternoon, I removed the fan blades from the cieling fan and went to bed.