Bennett & Easton (but especially Bennett), has had their share of falls, bumps, bruises, and scrapes. But somehow, up until yesterday, we've managed to avoid the Urgent Care/Emergency room. I suppose I should have known this day was coming. It's basically unavoidable with two little kids. They are both walking accidents just waiting to happen.
Wednesday morning, I got the kiddos up like usual. It was 7:45am when we came downstairs. We came in the kitchen and I started making their breakfast. The kiddos heard the garbage trucks outside, I don't know what it is about garbage trucks that is so fascinating. But they ran in the living room to check it out. A few minutes later, their oatmeal was done. Bennett came running in and sat down at the table... I called for Easton..... no answer. 3 seconds later I hear a crash, followed immediately by loud screaming and crying. I run in to find him laying on the floor holding his head. I swooped him up and felt around for a bump. Instead, I got a handful of blood. I got a little frantic looking for the wound that was producing so much blood. But naturally, Easton was fighting me, not wanting me to touch him. I admit that in that moment, not knowing how severe the cut was... it was horrifying. Seeing a steady flow of blood pouring down his neck, I was a wreck. He just has SO much hair and the blood was so thickly gooped in it, I couldn't find the wound.
So I took him upstairs to rinse him off to see if I could get a better look and this is what I saw.
I was thankful because it could have been MUCH worse. But at the same time, it looked deep to me. A few minutes later... I decided to take him to the Urgent Care.
Have you ever been to the Urgent Care with small children in tow? Not the most pleasant thing to do. Luckily, we didn't have to wait too long, only about 40 minutes. The doctor gave us the good news that other than a probable headache, he would be just fine. But then she broke the bad news, they were going to need to put a few staples in. Ugh. I wasn't excited about this because I knew they were going to have to basically hold him down screaming and crying to accomplish that. She was very nice, though. She gave the boys suckers to distract them for a bit while they went to get the supplies.
Bennett was being so sweet. I asked him several times to come sit by me, but he insisted on sitting next to his little brother, telling him that it was going to be okay. That simple act of love between my boys was enough to comfort me in that moment. And I could tell that Easton was at ease with his brother next to him.
Poor little guy, though, he didn't know what was about to happen. The doctor and nurse came in and had me help them get Easton into the "straight jacket" as I like to call it. It was heartbreaking to see the look on his face, not understanding why we were doing this. I tried to explain it to him, but he is only 23 months, after all.
The worst part, though, was having to hold his head down while he was screaming out "Mama!!" I tried hard to fight back the tears because I didn't want him to see me upset. Thankfully, he only had to get 3 staples and it was over fairly quickly.
The whole experience was very traumatic for him, obviously. I'm glad I took him in, though. Head wounds are scary and I didn't want to take any chances. Unfortunately, I have to take him back in a week to get the staples removed. :( I'm dreading that day already.
I am realizing that with two boys (almost) 2 & 4 years old. Urgent Care visits will probably hold a regular spot in our yearly schedule.