Yesterday morning got off to a rough start. I had just finished showering and was getting dressed when Matthew ran through my room and headed for the bathroom. I slowly followed him in there and watched as he headed for the shower, which is one of his favorite bathroom playing places. As he stepped over the lip of our large fully tiled shower, he slipped on the wet tile and his head landed just right on the corner of the tile shower lip and split open the back of his little head. (I am replaying this in my mind and it just makes me sick.) The bleeding and crying stopped relatively quickly, but I thought the cut looked rather deep, so I called the Kidscare -- closed (apparently kids are only allowed to get sick between 5 and 10 p.m.) It was 8:30 a.m. and I was pretty sure our pediatrician wasn't in yet, but I called the office anyway and talked to the receptionist, who told me the doctor would be in at 9:00 a.m. and she would try to catch him and ask if I could bring Matthew in immediately and call me back. I told her I was just going to show up at 9:00 a.m. and meet the doctor as he walked into the office! She told me that just wouldn't work and that I could try Instacare at 9:00 a.m. or come in to the office at 9:50. I hemmed & hawed and complained enough to get Matthew in to see the doctor at 9:10. Thank goodness! Jared took care of breakfast and was in charge of the other boys while I headed to the clinic -- what a great kid. Mark met us at the doctor's office and they took Matthew immediately into the procedure room and got busy with the stitches. The poor little guy had to be strapped to the papoose board so he wouldn't move, but luckily the doc was able to numb the immediate area and stitch the wound closed, while the MA held his head still and Mark and I tried to comfort him. Matthew cried a lot, but mostly because he couldn't move, not because of being in pain. The MA gave him 2 suckers for his brave behavior -- he deserved them both, but only got to eat one due to the nice sticky mess he makes with them. We got him home from the clinic about 10:00 a.m. and put him in the tub to wash all the blood and betadine(?) from his hair and take off his bloody clothes. The boys were anxious to see his stitches and try to count them -- really it's just one big stitch, but for counting purposes, it equals about 5. He immediately began playing and cruising around the house as if nothing had happened. As I followed him into Jacob's room, Jacob came over to me and said, "Mom, I don't care about Matthew anymore." (Translation "I'm not worried about Matthew anymore) Me: "Why?" Jacob: "Because I said a prayer". Me -- holding back tears. The faith of children is so simple and great. I need to take a lesson from Jacob and not worry anymore either, although we're all going to keep praying for him to heal quickly.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
stitches
Yesterday morning got off to a rough start. I had just finished showering and was getting dressed when Matthew ran through my room and headed for the bathroom. I slowly followed him in there and watched as he headed for the shower, which is one of his favorite bathroom playing places. As he stepped over the lip of our large fully tiled shower, he slipped on the wet tile and his head landed just right on the corner of the tile shower lip and split open the back of his little head. (I am replaying this in my mind and it just makes me sick.) The bleeding and crying stopped relatively quickly, but I thought the cut looked rather deep, so I called the Kidscare -- closed (apparently kids are only allowed to get sick between 5 and 10 p.m.) It was 8:30 a.m. and I was pretty sure our pediatrician wasn't in yet, but I called the office anyway and talked to the receptionist, who told me the doctor would be in at 9:00 a.m. and she would try to catch him and ask if I could bring Matthew in immediately and call me back. I told her I was just going to show up at 9:00 a.m. and meet the doctor as he walked into the office! She told me that just wouldn't work and that I could try Instacare at 9:00 a.m. or come in to the office at 9:50. I hemmed & hawed and complained enough to get Matthew in to see the doctor at 9:10. Thank goodness! Jared took care of breakfast and was in charge of the other boys while I headed to the clinic -- what a great kid. Mark met us at the doctor's office and they took Matthew immediately into the procedure room and got busy with the stitches. The poor little guy had to be strapped to the papoose board so he wouldn't move, but luckily the doc was able to numb the immediate area and stitch the wound closed, while the MA held his head still and Mark and I tried to comfort him. Matthew cried a lot, but mostly because he couldn't move, not because of being in pain. The MA gave him 2 suckers for his brave behavior -- he deserved them both, but only got to eat one due to the nice sticky mess he makes with them. We got him home from the clinic about 10:00 a.m. and put him in the tub to wash all the blood and betadine(?) from his hair and take off his bloody clothes. The boys were anxious to see his stitches and try to count them -- really it's just one big stitch, but for counting purposes, it equals about 5. He immediately began playing and cruising around the house as if nothing had happened. As I followed him into Jacob's room, Jacob came over to me and said, "Mom, I don't care about Matthew anymore." (Translation "I'm not worried about Matthew anymore) Me: "Why?" Jacob: "Because I said a prayer". Me -- holding back tears. The faith of children is so simple and great. I need to take a lesson from Jacob and not worry anymore either, although we're all going to keep praying for him to heal quickly.
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Wow. What a little trooper. And good job, Mom. I worry about my own reaction the day we finally have to deal with a cut big enough to need stitches. Hope the day ended better than it began!
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