It was after bedtime. I was in Kelson's bed next to him reading aloud Harry Potter book #2. Sam was in her bed at the end of Kelson's bed. Chloe was in front of Sam and Jayson near the door. Chloe grabbed Sam on the shoulders and leaned in for a kiss on the forehead when Sam yapped and bit Chloe's face.
Chloe pulled back grabbing her face while blood started to trickle down. Jayson stuff in the doorway moving further into the room frightened, hands up, screaming at the top of his lungs and in shock. Eric came running into the room and addressed Jayson. Kelson and I took Chloe to the bathroom to help her. Stitches are definitely needed.
Eric and I talked with the boys and got them settled in bed and then left with Chloe to the hospital. She was in pain, she voiced how much it stung. She wanted Daddy. Eric climbed in the back seat of the car, the space that's much too small for him, and held her. Eric princessed carried her in through the front door of the Utah Valley Hospital's emergency room. Because of the pandemic of covid we were greeted by a stand-alone computer stand right inside the door with a nurse asking why we were there and asked us many, many questions pertaining to symptoms and activity with covid, she then prepped us for registration which was the desk, the actual front desk behind her. There sat a girl I went to high school with, she asked a few questions and sent us on our way to triage. Shortly after that, we were sent back to our room.
The nurse was nice and so was the tech. We were waiting for the doctor to come in when my office attack really started to come to the surface. Chloe was doing great sitting in Eric's lap on the bed. I made sure they were okay then went to the bathroom so I could have this attack at a very inconvenient time. I felt guilty, like a bad mom fur many reasons that night, especially that I couldn't stay in the room with her, comforting her, loving her. I ended up calling my friend, Jessica Mohler. We've been friends for many years and I knew she would be awake and non-judgemental about the entire situation. I knew she wouldn't judge that our dog, our family dog but it little girl's face. She helped me through those several moments in the E R. bathroom. I pulled myself together and went back to the room to find Chloe enjoying her show and snuggling her daddy. I sat down just in time for the nurse and tech to come in. I had missed the doctor's evaluation. I felt worse inside. The nurses applied numbing goop to a cotton ball and taped it to Chloe's face, including asking the medical take to a laceration under her left eye, ouch! They stated it would be 30 minutes for that to take effect and the digit would be in at that point to evaluate and go from there. After they left Eric filled me in on what was going on. My office attack was building. I had to get out of there. I had 30 minutes, so I spent that time outside. Crying. Shaking. Beating myself up for not being able to protect her, for not being in the room calmly loving, comforting, and supporting her. I cried, a lot. I shook. I paced the whole parking lot. I called Mohler again. Then called my dad. He and his wife insisted on coming out at least going to the boys. I kindly declined as it wasn't necessary and would actually be more stressful for me. After crying more, being in the fresh cold air, and moving around, I felt confident in going back inside and holding it together; I did just that.
By the time I was back in her room I was feeling better and Chloe was getting sleepy. Steak, it was way past bedtime and she'd give through some adrenaline. She was cozy on Eric still watching Good Luck Charlie, one of her favorites. I expressed my love for her, and for him. A moment later and the cute, pregnant doctor was in the room ready to stitch her up. I sat there, breathing, watching, accepting, loving as I watched the threading hold Chloe's nose back together like a grandma and her ripped quilt. It got to be too much for me to watch and handle, I could feel it building within me again. I sat outside the room on a chair. This sort of stuff never made me woozy before, however, this situation was much different than all the others I've experienced. The nurse got me some ice water which helped. 5 minutes went by and Chloe was all ready to go home. Eric sat with her in the back, holding her, on the way home. We woke the boys up to comfort them and to let them know that Chloe was okay. It was a peaceful night's sleep for everyone and was very needed.
Eric and I realized we couldn't trust Sam after this. We posted her for sale and she was gone within 24 hours of the posting. An older couple (with 19 grandchildren) came from a small town north of Logan to buy Sam. They were sweet people, Sam went straight to them with love and acceptance. The couple has 10 acres with livestock, a giant schnauzer puppy, and 3 open acres for her to roam and explore. Sam is having the time of her life now. Sam was a great dog, very patient, kind, loving, and obedient. She was in a dog fight last year that traumatized her to the point of being very protective which led to this incident with Chloe. The couple has a daughter who trains dogs for the police department, they are confident in getting the help Sam needs to heal and overcome her fear-driven behavior. As the kids say, she will always be a part of our family.
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