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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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