Well, our son has officially had his first emergency. On Saturday, we were in a model home scoping out furniture that may go up for auction when our son decided to lean on a table leaf that wasn't too secure. It gave out from under him and he hit his chin on the edge of the table. Enter the blood... We quickly ushered him to the front porch so as not to bleed in the model home and put toilet paper (all we could use) on the cut to control the blood. Did I mention there was blood? Anyway, off to urgent care (of course it had to be a Saturday, Murphy's Law, I guess). Three hours later and three stitches later, our son looked like Frankenstein but was, in his words, "all better". He was extremely brave and even got the nurses laughing a couple of times. He called himself Santa Claus when they taped gauze soaked in lidocaine to his chin. Then, when he was all done, he profusely thanked everyone he saw and enthusiastically said his goodbyes. What a ham! Today, we had the stitches removed and, yet again, he entertained the entire pediatric clinic. "Wow, what a cool bathroom" and "What? I'm 31 and a half pounds?" were two of his highlights. Doctors say he will be left with a small scar but, we women think scars are sexy, right? Watch out ladies, here he comes!
Ho, ho, ho!
The offending table!
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