Saturday, November 13, 2010
Destructo-boy fell today, prompting my very first 911 call, and my first trip to the emergency room. We always knew he would be the one of our kids to go there first being the Dangermouse that he is, I just wasn't expecting it this soon, and while Mister Vonkysmeed was away for the weekend too (although I should have known to be on high alert because things always happen that way don't they!). What started as a nice little photo shoot with the kids to update my Ravelry projects page turned into a screaming bloody mess.
See, all I wanted were some pictures of my handknits actually being worn, so I got the kids dressed up all nice, grabbed my camera and started shooting. Destructo-boy started getting all giggly, spinning in circles to make himself dizzy and ended up falling against the back of the couch. Now mind you, this is an upholstered couch with the frame well hidden under fabric, who knew the back of a couch was dangerous? He immediately started crying and I scooped him up as the hit was quite audible, then when the screaming became frantic I got my first good look...I swear it looked like he was crying blood (has someone been reading trashy vampire novels?). I guess faces bleed heavily as his previous bad injury was tearing the upper labial frenulum (the piece of skin holding the upper lip to the gum) when Lil' Miss knocked him down last year, and boy did that bleed! No need for an er visit that day, a quick call to the pediatrician reassured me there was nothing they could do for that one.
But this one. well as I couldn't tell how bad the damage was, and my brain was screaming 'BLOOD! Blood, blood, blood!' combined with a fear that his eye might be involved I grabbed a towel to hold pressure on the wound and then the phone. Do you have any clue how hard it is to hear a 911 operator whilst holding a shrieking child? Yeah, it's hard. She kept yelling at me and I couldn't hear much of it, until I managed to locate a pacifier, then sudden quiet. I suddenly realized it wasn't nearly as bad as I feared if he calmed down with just the binky. But I needed someone to look at it before I was willing to transport him, I'd rather be safe than sorry with my kids!
Lil' Miss was very excited when the firetruck pulled up in front of the house, I was just glad to have someone to look at it. By then the bleeding had mostly stopped and they advised me to get him to the hospital for some stitches, but put on some steri-strips to hold it together until we got there. And once there, well, we waited for awhile, and then we waited some more. Did I mention I hate waiting? Of course when they were ready to see him he had just fallen asleep in my arms, figures.
For the examination and the eventual glueing procedure they swaddled him, mind you this kid didn't really like to be swaddled as an infant so he really wasn't having any of it now (especially not while being held on his back on top of me, who was also holding his legs in between mine, boy can that kid struggle!). I thought he was loud before but this volume was pretty hairy! So, they superglued it shut, as it turns out the cut was too shallow for stitches but too deep to be left as is, so glue to the rescue! Along with some more steri-strips to hold it all together. I just hope it doesn't scar too badly, I think hoping for no scar is a bit much, let's just keep it small okay powers that be? And no more ER visits for awhile too, I don't think my heart can take another one too soon!