Softball season is back. Its annoying to me because tax season just barely ends and I'm happy because Cade is home more and then he starts leaving in the evening to play softball. And he always wants me to come watch. Not only can I barely watch for 2 minutes before I get bored and start watching other people, but this year there aren't really other wives there for me to talk to. Plus, its difficult to keep Caleb entertained and happy since he likes to go to bed early.
We had just been back in town from Mesa for about an hour when Cade started asking me to go to softball. At first I said no because I had a lot of unpacking to do, but he convinced me by saying we would run a few necessary errands after the game. Plus, I didn't want to unpack yet so it was a good way to get out of it.
About halfway through the game, I looked up just in time to see Cade run right smack into another player, Rob. It was pretty much at full speed and they both fell right over. It was almost humorous at first, and obvious that they were going to be in pain. I expected them to get right back up, but neither did at first. I thought, "Hmmm, that must have really hurt". Then Rob sat up and Cade rolled over but still wasn't really moving. I started to get concerned at this point and other players were running toward them. A big group of guys formed around Cade and he was staying on the ground so I was really getting concerned at this point. I decided I better head over and see what was going on. I knew it would freak Conner out so I just pretended like nothing was happening and sent him away to play. I slowly walked to the outfield, not really wanting to see what was going on and thinking of previous patients I have worked with. (When you work with people with TBIs and see its affects you get pretty concerned about head injuries.) Thankfully, once I got up there I heard one guy asking Cade some orientation questions and he was answering them correctly, so I breathed a sigh of relief. There was a lot of blood, but that doesn't bother me. A few of the guys from our ward started telling me right off that he was ok. There was another player (that I don't know) there who is some kind of medic or fireman or something and was holding Cade's head still and telling him not to move. I guess he was worried about a neck injury. Someone called the paramedics and they came and checked the guys out. They were both well enough, just needed lots of stitches. Cade's forehead ran into Rob's chin. I watched for signs of a concussion, but Cade didn't have one. He was a little out of it for the next 24 hours though, but I think that was partly exhaustion from still recovering from his illness the day before, getting hurt, staying up late getting stitched up, and then getting up early the next morning with Caleb when I went to work.
Cade and Rob after being bandaged up on the field.
According to Cade, he might have briefly blacked out because he just remembers hearing himself moaning and wondering why he was doing that. Then he realized he was having trouble breathing. He got the wind knocked out of him. It was awhile before he felt the pain in his head, he didn't know he was bleeding until some other guys told him.
On our way out a lady we know stopped us and said not to go to urgent care for stitches because they do a terrible job there. Her daughter and some other people she knows have ugly scars from the poor stitching they received there. Our insurance won't pay to be stitched up at the ER and that would be a small fortune so we were going to risk urgent care anyway. But then thankfully, Rob stopped us and said his dentist friend was going to stitch him up and said he would do Cade too if we wanted. We were a little apprehensive about going to a dentist to get stitched up but figured if urgent care wasn't going to do a good job then we might as well try the dentist since he was free.
When we pulled up to the dentist's office I noticed the sign said he did oral surgery so I felt a little better that he knew what he was doing. He did a great job too. He spent over 3 hours of his night stitching these 2 guys up, totally for free. We can't thank him enough! He said Cade's cut wasn't straight and isn't in the best spot so it will probably leave a bad scar. But the stitches looks as good as they possibly could, nice and even. Each guy got about 15 stitches across and some dissolvable ones inside because the cuts were so deep.
Getting ready to be stitched up.
So much for running all of our errands. It was a late night for the boys, but I really lucked out. Caleb was really good as long as I stood up with him. He only started to get really fussy in the last few minutes. We're so grateful the injuries weren't any worse and for the generosity of Dr. Arnell.
After the stitches.
And just for the record, Cade did call the ball. But according to Rob, he didn't think Cade was going to make it so he went after it too. It just would have been nice if Rob would have mentioned that while running straight at Cade :)
