As I have often stated before: "...Now I know why some species eat their young!" This blog is dedicate to all the crazy things that my children do...all the things that make we want to eat them...and I'm hoping by blogging about the antics of all my "...-pints", I will be able to laugh instead of wanting to eat the littlest people in my house!
Monday, February 2, 2009
Quarter-pint Gets Stitches...
We spent a wonderful evening with family last night for a little Super Bowl Party. We had a really good meal and the cousins played, and played, and played together; we even celebrated Uncle R's birthday. But as we were getting ready to leave, Quarter-pint tripped and whacked his head on the metal heating grate on the floor. We knew immediately that he needed stitches, so Daddy and I whisked him to the car while Grammy and Pappa C kept Half-pint with them. THANK YOU Grammy!!! Quarter-pint fussed about the ice pack and pressure I was applying to his forehead, and as I relented enough to see that the bleeding had stopped, he was quiet. The second half of the trip to the hospital, Quarter-pint rode quietly. When we arrived at the ER I was relieved to see that the hospital we choose also had an after-hours satellite for the local Children's Hospital. Yeah! Before we were seen, Quarter-pint walked into the waiting room and played-with a big gash in his forehead. He didn't seem to notice, or maybe he didn't care. A nurse came to apply a numbing cream to his wound and bandaged his head up while we waited for the medication to take effect. Thankfully that was all the numbing medication he needed-NO SHOTS!!! The staff was great with him-taking his vitals and visiting with their little patient. Quarter-pint didn't like the cleaning-or the stitches, but who can blame him? By the time the NP was finishing the last few stitches, Quarter-pint was sleeping; he was so tired! Daddy and I were shocked to see how deep the cut really was-to the bone- but he only required one layer of external stitched. It took 9 stitches to close the laceration. It came together nicely, so hopefully it will heal well; with minimal scarring. He's so little to have stitches already (he turns 18 months in a few days). He was calm and awake by the time we left; thankfully we were in and out in 2 hours. We headed back to Gramm'ys house to retrieve a sleeping Half-pint and we all got home about midnight. It was a little more excitement than we expected on Super Bowl Sunday, but I guess that's what happens when you have 2 active boys.
We spent a wonderful evening with family last night for a little Super Bowl Party. We had a really good meal and the cousins played, and played, and played together; we even celebrated Uncle R's birthday. But as we were getting ready to leave, Quarter-pint tripped and whacked his head on the metal heating grate on the floor. We knew immediately that he needed stitches, so Daddy and I whisked him to the car while Grammy and Pappa C kept Half-pint with them. THANK YOU Grammy!!! Quarter-pint fussed about the ice pack and pressure I was applying to his forehead, and as I relented enough to see that the bleeding had stopped, he was quiet. The second half of the trip to the hospital, Quarter-pint rode quietly. When we arrived at the ER I was relieved to see that the hospital we choose also had an after-hours satellite for the local Children's Hospital. Yeah! Before we were seen, Quarter-pint walked into the waiting room and played-with a big gash in his forehead. He didn't seem to notice, or maybe he didn't care. A nurse came to apply a numbing cream to his wound and bandaged his head up while we waited for the medication to take effect. Thankfully that was all the numbing medication he needed-NO SHOTS!!! The staff was great with him-taking his vitals and visiting with their little patient. Quarter-pint didn't like the cleaning-or the stitches, but who can blame him? By the time the NP was finishing the last few stitches, Quarter-pint was sleeping; he was so tired! Daddy and I were shocked to see how deep the cut really was-to the bone- but he only required one layer of external stitched. It took 9 stitches to close the laceration. 
It came together nicely, so hopefully it will heal well; with minimal scarring. He's so little to have stitches already (he turns 18 months in a few days). He was calm and awake by the time we left; thankfully we were in and out in 2 hours. We headed back to Gramm'ys house to retrieve a sleeping Half-pint and we all got home about midnight. It was a little more excitement than we expected on Super Bowl Sunday, but I guess that's what happens when you have 2 active boys.
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Poor little boy! He is so tough!
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