Tuesday, Sept. 4th at 9:30 I put the baby down for a nap and started a couple of chores while the boys were watching tv on the last morning of summer. Oh how I love PBS kids shows, especially the new show Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood which is a cartoon based on my beloved Mr. Roger's Neighborhood. I was bringing some clothes into the boys room to hang up when I saw Lincoln sort of trip over a toy and fall down. Unfortunately it was right next to the edge of our slate fireplace hearth. My worst fears coming to reality I heard a little cry and then the silence before a little kid starts bawling. You know that pause in crying where they can't make a sound because they aren't even breathing. So I ran over and scooped him up and saw a 1/4" wide, 1/4" deep, 1/2" long chunk missing right above Lincoln's left eyebrow. It bled but didn't soak more than two toilet paper wads. I wasn't worried about a concussion or brain damage because he didn't hit it that hard, but it wasn't just a scratch, it was deeper than I'm used to dealing with. I called Shane to ask him if he thought I should take him in to the ER. He said to wait until the afternoon and see if it was still bleeding. Of course he hadn't seen it so about 10:45 I make the decision to take him into the emergency room. The nurse or whoever checked us in asked questions about concussions and head injuries and told Shane that he probably wouldn't need stitches. Great I was worried I wasted everyone's time and brought three children to the emergency room for no reason. Then once the doctor finally got in and cleaned out the wound a little he said, "yup, probably two stitches." I wasn't happy that he hurt himself enough to get stitches but I was glad I did bring him in. Shane took the other two boys to the in-laws and I got the pleasure of being part of the most awful thing ever. It didn't take too long but Lincoln cried so hard he threw up after. I felt like the worst mom but he was so brave. He got some cool bandaids and his elephant toy got some too. Luckily after some ibprofen and a good nap he didn't even seem to notice the stitches in. He actually walked around like a pretty cool dude because he had the bandaids on. We got the stitches out a week later which wasn't fun because I knew it was coming but he did pretty good and is healing up great. Plus now he'll have a pretty cool dude scar.
|Side view the morning after|
|Oh the angst|