Ice, Ice, Baby!
I was in the computer room at the house last night and all of a sudden I heard a loud “thud” coming from the bathroom. I looked up and Noah trudged out.
Now, perhaps you have seen a child’s face when it is frozen in agony; the contorted muscles, the rounded eyes, the mouth gaping open as if to bear fangs, and the screams that cannot be heard because the throat has locked and the child has literally stopped breathing. That was my Noah.
Terrified, I ran over to him and swept him off the floor. Recalling a technique I learned when the boys were in the NICU, I blew a gust of air into Noah’s face to get him to start breathing. And finally he wailed, “I hurt my penis! I hurt my penis!”
I took a more complete look at my son and sure enough his hands were cupping his crotch. I fought to suppress my own laughter as I sat down with him and tried to console him, at the same time wondering just what I could do to make the pain go away.
Though he continued to shriek, Noah suddenly stood up and started to pull down his pants crying “I have to look at my penis!” Then, with his pants pulled down to his ankles he pushed my face toward his groin and asked, “Is it bleeding?” I told him that it was not bleeding. And then he asked, “Is it going to fall off?” I told him it would not fall off. But then he started to bawl even louder, “It feels like it’s going to fall off!!!”
Of course I knew just how much agony my son was experiencing. But I had absolutely no idea what could be done to ease his pain. So I asked him if he wanted an ice pack and he said yes. I went to the kitchen, grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and brought it over to Noah. I told Noah to pull up his underpants and put the pack on top of it but he demanded that the ice be applied directly to his penis. I told him that would hurt even more but he screamed, “put the ice on my penis!” and so I did.
The pain nearly launched Noah out of his Spiderman underpants and through the ceiling. I told him once again that he should pull up his underpants and apply the ice pack over them, and he finally complied. Within minutes, Noah was back to his old self, walking around the house with his shorts around his ankles and an ice pack on his superhero-covered crotch.
But this morning instead of pretending to be Mr. Incredible, Noah flew around the house as his handy sidekick and best friend, Frozone.
Now, perhaps you have seen a child’s face when it is frozen in agony; the contorted muscles, the rounded eyes, the mouth gaping open as if to bear fangs, and the screams that cannot be heard because the throat has locked and the child has literally stopped breathing. That was my Noah.
Terrified, I ran over to him and swept him off the floor. Recalling a technique I learned when the boys were in the NICU, I blew a gust of air into Noah’s face to get him to start breathing. And finally he wailed, “I hurt my penis! I hurt my penis!”
I took a more complete look at my son and sure enough his hands were cupping his crotch. I fought to suppress my own laughter as I sat down with him and tried to console him, at the same time wondering just what I could do to make the pain go away.
Though he continued to shriek, Noah suddenly stood up and started to pull down his pants crying “I have to look at my penis!” Then, with his pants pulled down to his ankles he pushed my face toward his groin and asked, “Is it bleeding?” I told him that it was not bleeding. And then he asked, “Is it going to fall off?” I told him it would not fall off. But then he started to bawl even louder, “It feels like it’s going to fall off!!!”
Of course I knew just how much agony my son was experiencing. But I had absolutely no idea what could be done to ease his pain. So I asked him if he wanted an ice pack and he said yes. I went to the kitchen, grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and brought it over to Noah. I told Noah to pull up his underpants and put the pack on top of it but he demanded that the ice be applied directly to his penis. I told him that would hurt even more but he screamed, “put the ice on my penis!” and so I did.
The pain nearly launched Noah out of his Spiderman underpants and through the ceiling. I told him once again that he should pull up his underpants and apply the ice pack over them, and he finally complied. Within minutes, Noah was back to his old self, walking around the house with his shorts around his ankles and an ice pack on his superhero-covered crotch.
But this morning instead of pretending to be Mr. Incredible, Noah flew around the house as his handy sidekick and best friend, Frozone.
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