It's not too dramatic...just a normal boy event. That's the first clue about who received stitches...it was a boy.
After spending more than half the day at Children's with Katie, I was so looking forward to a nice quiet evening. The kids were bathed and we were getting everyone in bed.
I walked into the boys' room just in time to see Jordan land on the floor, simultaneously letting out a loud scream. By the time I got across the room, there was a long stream of blood into his hair. I put my hand next to his head to catch it while yelling for someone to bring me a wet wash cloth. Jordan was crying and I was trying not to scare him but still needing someone to bring me something to wipe the blood away so that I could survey the damage.
They all just stood there. Transfixed. Deer in headlights.
"GO--SOMEONE--GO! Get me a wet washcloth."
Finally, Molly--my future nurse, sprang into action. I dispensed the other kids to go get Dad. They informed me that they didn't know where he was.
I interrupt this story to say, "What's up with telling a kid to go find something and having them tell you they don't know where it is?" Um...yeah...if you have to FIND something, it's because you don't know where it is. That's why you have to go FIND it. Argh!!
I finally convinced them that someone had to go get Dad.
In the meantime, a wet paper towel appeared, which I told them was woefully inadequate for the amount of blood pooling in my palm, so I had to send someone to get a washcloth. It eventually appeared and I was able to survey the damage.
Jordan had hit the nightstand with his eyebrow and the wound was deep (for an eyebrow)...about 1/2 to 3/4 cm deep. Definitely going to need stitches--not to mention that it was a large enough cut that it wasn't going to heal well on it's own. Jeff came in, took a look and agreed.
I called our doctor's office, hoping that their after-hours clinic might still be open, but alas...it wasn't and our doctor called us and said to take him to ER.
Yipee.
The hope was that they could use the special glue to put him back together and not have to stitch him, but the cut was too big and too deep for that. So sutures it was. He received 12 stitches and two Silly Bandz that his siblings didn't have yet. That put a small smile on his face when the nurse arrived with those. Thankfully, the skin was not jagged, so the doctor was able to get it sewn back together pretty well. He said in about 5 years, we won't be able to see the scar.
Hooray for Silly Bandz!
In the rush, I forgot my camera, so no gory pics to share. haha
Here is what he looks like today. He gets his stitches out in about a week.
