Thursday, April 10, 2014

11 Year Streak...

....has been broken!  I don't know whether I should cry over this or not.  Four boys and outside of a surgery that's the only time we've ever had to get stitches.  Along comes Eli and blows that right out of the water!  He's the only one who has colored on the walls with markers (the permanent variety), climbed the walls or book shelves, and as of now the only one with a story and stitches that back it up. 
So do I pat his back and say bravo?
 
 
 
OK folks...here goes nothing with the story on THE incident at our house this morning 08:20 this morning. 
I don't even know where to begin other than it starts with naughty boys...surprised? Yeah me either. So Eli and Lee were not getting ready for school this morning and instead were running around the house and my couch.  Eli got to running again because Lee was chasing him, and during all that Eli tripped and went head first into a hard plastic bin.  Not a Rubbermaid bin...that kind of plastic but a much harder/stiffer plastic (the kind of plastic they use to make the bin for needle disposal at a Dr. office).  He went fast and hard into that bin and of course immediately started crying.  So I went to go pick him up and it was like a picture from a crime scene.  All this blood was pooled by his head...this quickly became more than I had anticipated.  The shaking and freaking out commenced about then...go ahead and ask Dru, Lee, and Frank...they'll tell ya.  Thankfully Ian wasn't there...he would have been freaking out way more than I was.  That child does not do blood (showed him the pictures and he started getting antsy from looking at those).
Anyway, I call the Dr. office to get in...I knew right away it was going to need stitches but not an ER visit.  They couldn't get me in for an hour...I didn't feel it could wait an hour...what a hour that would have been!  I could have probably have waited the hour anyway, because we went to the next town over and went to the Urgent care and when all was said and done it took about that long to drop the big boys off to go to school, get gas (cause of course I didn't have enough), get there and fill out paper work...but I felt like I was doing something and things were moving somewhat.
 
*I should mention if you are queasy I maybe wouldn't look...personally I don't think they are too bad.
So this is what I saw when I picked him up, just less bloody.  Not a great picture here but everything is matted down and has sorta dried. He has stopped crying but it hurts.
 
 
 We are at the Urgent Care and are waiting to seen...didn't take the nurses long to see that they were gonna have to move us to a procedure room.  *I could have told them that...LOL*  He was such a champ, wanted his daddy there with him but put up with me instead.
 So this is what I saw at home and knew immediately that we'd need stitches...2-3 stitches tops.  Pretty gnarly looking but I'm seriously glad the crazy bleeding has stopped.  Apply pressure!
 THIS is how big the wound/laceration was...I had no idea! At one point when they were moving hair and what not I thought it's never gonna end...it's gonna keep going.  The wound really is that big folks...I'm amazed.  The more amazing part is that while I was looking at it and (GROSS ALERT) moving the skin around and looking I wondered if I was looking at bone and had myself almost convinced that it wasn't...but my gut said different.  It was confirmed that yes that was his skull I was seeing...but with kids it doesn't take much to get to their skulls...so there you go.  Today I saw Eli's skull, let's all seriously hope I don't have to see it again!
 So here we are!  A liquid numbing agent was put on but it didn't work and then before stitches they had to do 5-6 numbing shots with a needle to the cut, Eli was a champ, barely cried.  8 stitches , one CT scan and a Tetanus shot later!!  It was a real doozy that's for sure. 
 
 
Of course this was all fixed with a phone call to his dad and asking if his daddy could take him out to RR for doing really well.
 
What a day (and yes we went to RR and met his dad there)!


* On a side note...the dr's and nurses were very concerned or intuned to scarring and such and that was the farthest thing from my mind.  I was more of the opinion do what you have to do and let's get it done?  I got to thinking about that and wondered if I'm the only one who doesn't care so much in perhaps this instance about scars?  It just wasn't and hasn't been anything I've ever been concerned about.  Even with Ian they talked about scars and I was like where ever you gotta go in do it, we can not worry later about scars.

 

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