Monday, January 28, 2008
Never did I think those two words would illicit such a tearful response from me. Yesterday we went to church and then met some friends for lunch at their club. BabyBoy had gone down to the lower area of the club to look at the koi fish pond. Seconds later we heard him crying. Not bloody murder screaming, just a pretty average cry from the most melodramatic child on earth. Dr. Daddy met him as he ran to the top of the stairs. All I could glean through the sobbing was that he had run into a "pole" and his chin was bleeding. Dr. Daddy took him to the bathroom to check it out and a few minutes later they were back. Apparently, BabyBoy had been showing off to some Middle School girls and was trying to show them how fast he could run. The square pillar in the hallway didn't get out of the way quick enough and he ran straight into it.
BabyBoy was still crying so I took him outside. My girlfriend, who is also a doctor, accompanied me. When we had BabyBoy take the napkin off of his chin we both gasped, which freaked him out a little. There was a through and through gash on his chin that was about an inch from top to bottom with a puncture hole at the top. This in and of itself wasn't too concerning...it was the copious amount of blood inside his mouth that had me worried. Without even thinking about it I asked if BabyGirl could hang out with them for the afternoon so we could head to the ER. We both agreed he probably needed stitches. My friend, God bless her, has four year old twins and an eight year old. Thank goodness we're practically family and they were more than willing to take BabyGirl on.
We got to the ER and after about an hour got to see the doc. Upon further investigation of the injury we discovered he had a gash on his gingival junction? and it had to be repaired lest food get caught in it and rot forever. Gross. We were all in agreement that BabyBoy would have to be sedated to get the job done. He is so freakin melodramatic that there was no way it was going to get done any other way. Of course, this meant that we had to sit around for FOUR hours waiting for him to not have had anything to eat or drink for five hours since this was a conscious sedation and there are risks involved. WHATEVER. You simply CANNOT stick a type A woman in a room with screaming son for four hours with nothing to read. So Dr. Daddy went home to get some mags and books. Finally, they gave BabyBoy the shot in the leg of Ketamine and he was out. Freaky. His eyes were open but he was asleep. Thankfully, he doesn't remember a thing. EXCEPT that he got to play Nintendo for four hours while waiting for the blessed event.
Once they were finished stitching (only seven stitches required) he started to wake up. Poor baby rolled over and looked at me and all he could come up with was a whimper and "I'm...confused". He was so pitiful. He kept looking at his hands like they were foreign objects. Of course, puking ensued which required a Phenergan suppository and more sleeping. We finally got out of there at 6:30 or so. BabyGirl was SO happy to see her big brother and very concerned about his boo boo.
Needless to say, he took an R and R day today and unfortunately, she stayed home from preschool with a cold.
What happened to winter break being over? I don't think we've had a full week of school all January. And my husband wonders why nothing gets done around here...
at 4:01 PM