As I made my retreat to the swings, I heard a familiar screaming, and I knew immediately it was my child. There just happened to be a Mom at the top and she walked him to the slide and I put Luke down on the ground (where he commenced to eating leaves - fiber!), and met Nick on the slide. One look confirmed my suspicion when skin meets durable steel with a firm impact, gaping laceration and chipped tooth. I calmly got a kleenex out of my pocket, as the Mom at the top asked if I needed a napkin, and would he would be okay. I thanked her, and said he will need stitches and we will have to go (Nick had been having so much fun playing with her son Emerson!)
I kept calm the whole time. I kept repeating to myself, "Don't make their emergency, your emergency (ie don't freak out)" I got both kids buckled in, and was just helping Nick get a fresh kleenex when Luke coughed really hard (has a little cold), and threw up all over. Now my Mom says God won't give me more than I can handle, but really God?????
Home we went to wake up Daddy (he worked night shift last night), who agreed with my diagnosis. We put a bandaid on. Nick told me a little later, "it's feeling better Mommy," "Sorry kiddo, we still have to fix it, " although we didn't talk about it anymore, because intially when I talked to Todd and mentioned stitches, he freaked out. Todd goes to work at 5, so we agreed to take Nick in and fix it then. There are some benefits to being in medicine. Nick basically got spoiled all afternoon - popsicles, movies, etc. Don't think I ever told him no...As the afternoon came to an end Nick said, "I have to go and get stitches, but just one Mommy." Okay Nick, yeah, just one :)
At 5, we headed off to the ER. Thank goodness for Grandma Turtle, who came to watch Luke so I could be there for Nick. Nick settled in to the room, watching SpongeBob - which is a treat for him, because I don't allow it at my house! We put some medicine topically on it while we waited. Then came time for the hard part. Nick did SO good. Do you ever sit back in awe at your kids when they exceed your expectations? It's such a great feeling. I was SO proud of him, and proud of Daddy for the awesome work he did. Also, a big thank you to our friend Ryan for his help. When we left he said, "that wasn't bad, except for the hurty part (ie needle)."
When it was all said and done, he got 4 inside stitches, and 8 outside stitches. Such a trooper. Afterwards, we went to the park and played. Any fear that would have stopped a normal child, was immediately absent. We ran and jumped and played until the sun went down. Of course, notice I mentioned RUN...and what did we do??? trip and fall again!! Just a scratch on our hand this time. Slow down child...Finally, off to get his favorite supper, Wendy's hamburger.
MY DADDY - MY HERO!!!!
And when it's all said and done....little boy is all tuckered out....
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