Friday afternoon, we had a little excitement over here.
I told Tim early this spring it was going to be the summer of the broken bone...well, I was wrong. TJ got to be the first of my boys to get stitches.
He was playing in the basement with Rugby and Riley and their friend, B while I made a phone call. The other baby, K, I was babysitting was trying to rest...and none too happy about it, either. (But nothing I had tried before that worked either.) Anyway, R&R and B come running through the living room and TJ comes crying behind them. I look, then look again...my baby is covered in BLOOD. His face and shirt were just loaded. Hang up abruptly on the lady I was talking with (I gotta call her back Monday, I guess) and scoop him up. Riley helped me get clean, wet washcloths so we could clear away the blood and see what the problem was. By now, he quit crying and was asking for a popsicle. So, they all got one...and I got the bleeding to stop.
Called the Ask-A-Nurse line for the hospital and she said Urgent Care was open until 5, or I could bring him to the ER after that...I still had B and K to worry about. THANK GOODNESS we have Tim's brother's Suburban!! I called K's mom and she arranged another sitter for him and we took B home and his dad took my 3 and B while I took TJ to the doctor. THANKS, JAIMIE!!
Get there and they clean him up some more and yes, we are going to get stitches. They had a pre-med student that was there observing, so he stood there and watched. They were SO GOOD about talking to TJ and telling him what they were doing and what was going on and what was happening next. They told him that they were going to put fishing line in his owie to make it better, but first they had to give him medicine so it didn't hurt. He did awesome with the shot! The nurse held his head, I held his arms, but he never fought either one of us. A little tear ran down his cheek, but no screaming or real crying. WHAT A TROOPER!! The doc was amazed and told the med student that he shouldn't expect that from a 3 year old, most of them require being restrained. She said he was "A-Typical" lol...yup, he certainly is!
So, they put in 3 stitches and sent us on our way, but first he had to charm a nurse out of some stickers. Then, mom took him for ice cream...when he was done, he was "helping" by throwing them out of the window before mom could catch him. No more windows wide open, I guess. He's been full of P&V ever since.