I'd only been at work a 2 hours when my phone rang, "The Stand" (Wyatt's Preschool) showed up on my caller ID - my heart sank... this is never good. The voice on the other end told me in a slightly panicked voice. "Wyatt fell, he hit his head, he's bleeding and we can't get it to stop, the ambulance is on its way."
I dropped everything and ran to my car. I didn't know what to expect, so in an attempt keep cool I used the time in the car to called the pediatrician to see where I should take him for stitches. They tell me they can't do it at their office and I'll need to go to an ER. Oh no!
I got to the school about 10 minutes after getting the phone call. I didn't want Wyatt to see me upset, so I pulled myself together and walked in to find him sitting between two teachers and surrounded by 4 paramedics. "Wow" I said to Wyatt, "look at all the people here to see you!" Wyatt jumped right in to my lap and sat while the guys took a closer look. I have to say, this is the first time I've ever seen that much blood on Wyatt. I was shook up by it. But as they cleaned him up a bit it really wasn't that big, just deep, very deep.
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| Sorry if you find it yucky - but this is what it was. |
Turns out he tripped over his own two feet and fell in to the corner of the door.
After getting the clearance to leave, I decided to drive Wyatt to the ER myself rather than have him go in the ambulance. We went to South Side, because it was the closest. John met us there. They took us right to a private room, and that's where we sat for hours!
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| Waiting at the ER |
If you've ever tried to keep a toddler calm, still and in one spot for any length of time then you know what we were up against. Thank heavens for smart phones that stream YouTube videos of monster trucks and trains or I don't think we could have survived the wait. Finally, the nurse came in and put a numbing liquid on the eyebrow. Wyatt screamed! It was so hard to know that they were hurting him, but that it had to be done. After another hour or so a Physicians Assistant came to do the stitches.
Wyatt was swaddled like a baby in a sheet to help keep him still. Then the nurse held his head while I hugged him tight to keep his arms down, John held down his legs. I have never heard a cry like what he did as the PA began to sow. It literally broke my heart. Wyatt didn't understand why I was letting these people hurt him so badly, he wailed and begged us to stop. I kept trying to talk to him through the tears, asking him what his favorite ice cream was and reminding him that he'd get some at home. 4 stitches later, they were done! Out we went, $100 co-pay at the door on the way out and off we went.
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| Home Bound! |
When we got home I made him the longest train track I possibly could put together. He was happy. Then a surprise came to the door. Granma and Papa sent a balloon, a bear and a bag of Kit-Kats. It was almost like Wyatt had completely forgotten about the drama of the morning as he ate his candy bar and other than the band aid over his eyebrow you'd never have know it either.
He got the stitches out 6 days later and took it like a champ! Now he has a scab that we hope will heal soon.
As they say in the movie The Replacements:
"Pain heals. Chicks dig scars. Glory... lasts forever"
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| The day he had his stitches out - all better! |
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