A Dog Attacking Your Child is Terrifying… Especially when you have pregnancy complications

by Leila on April 8, 2014

I’m an animal lover, but I am also very cautious of them. I’ve always taught my kids what to do if a dog attacks them or how to behave around dogs. It is a constant lesson that I try to reiterate to them. When we are hiking and camping they are all quizzed about the predatory animals in the area and how to avoid problems. As much as you prepare for a worst case scenario you don’t ever really expect it to happen with your kids… at least I didn’t.

Yesterday the kids had their normal routine of playing out front with friends and neighborhood kids. I got a recliner chair for the porch so I can sit outside with them while on bed rest. My friend and I were talking when my neighbor drove by and I saw he had a new dog. I noticed the dog right away because it started to bark at the kids and even tried to get out of the van by jumping out of the window. It kept its eyes on the kids, barking the whole time and my instincts told me this was going to be bad.

Everything happened fast…

I stood up and kept my eye on the van. As soon as my neighbor opened the door the dog bolted for the kids. I was running towards the kids at the same time and yelling at the top of my lungs before anyone really knew what was going on. The dog’s fur was standing up, it started biting at the kids who were trying to run away and it knocked my son off of his wiggle bike. I was only a couple steps away when he started to bite my son’s back. The dog backed away as soon as I got close but it was biting at me, barking and I was expecting it to attack me. I made noise. I grabbed my terrified six year old son in one arm to hold him up as high as I could and had his wiggle bike in the other hand. My daughter said it looked like I was going to start hitting the dog with the bike. The dog backed off when my neighbor finally got close but the dog never stopped his aggressive stance. My son was crying and I was still screaming at my neighbor. I don’t even know what was said but all I knew was that I was truly terrified and it was a feeling almost unknown to me.

It was all honestly a blur.

Thankfully my son’s injuries weren’t bad. He has scratches, bruising and a few puncture marks where you can see the dog bit him. I was grateful that I go there in time. I was relieved the dog didn’t go after the 17 month old toddler who was outside. I was happy no real harm had come to any of the kids. I cannot imagine how bad it could have been had I not reacted so quickly.

Instincts and adrenaline are a funny thing… I reacted before I even really knew what I was reacting to. My body has been in a lot of pain with this pregnancy and I usually can’t even get up off of the couch without wincing. I felt nothing during all of this.

When the adrenaline subsided and I stopped shaking that’s when my body started to let me know how bad of shape I felt I was in. My son was okay but I became aware of what this could have done to my unborn daughter because of all my complications. I thought I felt terror when I saw a dog going after my son… this was a different level of fear.

The more time that went on the more pain I felt. I had a check up in the morning and we had planned on doing an ultrasound. If any of the big scary signs came up I knew I needed to get to the hospital immediately. I did fetal kick counts. I changed positions every time I started to have contractions. I tried to hide it from the kids how bad I felt and I waited for any signs of distress. Besides all of the pain everything seemed to be mostly okay. My abdomen felt completely different. She had been transverse for a couple weeks and after the incident she was sitting really low. It was painful. I felt like I was being stabbed from the inside of my lower girly parts. I spent the night tossing and turning and worried that I was going to go into early labor or that the membranes from the vasa previa would rupture or that the placenta abruption was going to become worse. Every worst case scenario was running through my head.

When I’m in a moment of real vulnerability I usually withdraw. I usually just kind of hide out and wait for the smoke to clear. I was really shaken up and put it out there what happened. I’m thankful for all the friends and family who were thinking about us, giving support and offered help.

It helped. A lot.

I read a lot of the comments from my Facebook and texts to my son and it comforted him. I often have a lot of apprehension about sharing difficult things with my rad people online because it’s not attention driven. I was well into my pregnancy complications diagnosis and bed rest before I shared it with anyone outside of a small group of friends and family. What I share I usually try to have some kind of meaning – humor, inspiration, awareness or uh mostly humor. One thing that I have learned with my pregnancy complications that the great world of the interwebs is more than we often give it credit for… it is a place of amazing support and awesomeness. And to be totally cheesy – love. Sure, there is a lot of hate bashing and parent shaming that goes around but I try to tune out all that noise and focus on the things that don’t suck.

Basically, what I am trying to say is that you all rock and I’m thankful for it.

Though, I would really like a totally uneventful, uninteresting and BORING life until my baby ninja arrives! 

My son snuggled with me all night, he woke up a few times crying about dogs and I took comfort in knowing he was okay until my appointment in the morning…

Thankfully, everything with my baby and pregnancy was okay. (Continued on another post)

About Leila DontSpeakWhinese

Leila, aka The Ninja, is the advocate for all things not whining. Parenting is fun when everyone stops b*tching! She is the Mom of a big blended family of four awesome kids. They ninja kick through life together. Oh and she is a total jackass.

Comments

  1. Kristin Shaw says:

    Leila, this must have been so terrifying! I was just talking to a friend this morning – when her son was about 8 months old and starting to crawl, he crawled by their family dog and the dog bit the child right in the nose. She called 911 and her son had to get skin grafts from behind his ear; he is now 4 and his nose looks great, but you can see where the grafts are. She was also terrified at the time and the story she told gave me the chills, just like this one. Please rest and take care of yourself, girl.
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