Then about a year ago, we thought that Graham had broken his nose. He hadn't, but it looked pretty bad anyway.
So then there was Friday. It was a nice day here, and Nate had a half day of school, so we had gone to the park that afternoon. Nate and Graham were on the seesaw, and Graham was at the top, and wanted to get off. You all know what happens next. So he comes over to me screaming, with blood pouring out of his chin. I get him to the car, and give him a tissue to hold there. By the time we got home, it was no longer pouring out blood. I was able to bathe him and not have it still making a mess, so even though it kind of looked funny, like something was sticking out of the cut, I put a band aid on it, and thought that we'd see how things went. Well, at bed time that night it was still bleeding a bit, but I put him in his pjs and put him to bed anyway. Then I started to think that maybe I should take him in. After a quick Facebook survey, and Jesse's brilliant idea (Can't you call the pediatrician's office?) I decided that I ought to take him in after all. He was not thrilled about it.
He was a trooper though for the first half. But then he screamed his little head off throughout the whole procedure. He had to be strapped into one of those papoose things. I was standing at his head while they were getting things ready, and giving him the local antithetic, and all of the sudden I didn't fell so well. So the nurse got me a chair and a drink of water. I felt so badly that I couldn't stand and look at him, he kept on calling my name, but I had my hands on his head the whole time, and was talking to him.As it turned out, the wound looked funny at first because there was fatty tissue hanging out of it, so it's a good thing that I took him into get it taken care of. I think it probably wouldn't have healed well, and it probably would have gotten infected. End result? 3 stitches.
But the nurse got him this little wolf beanie baby, which he has loved ever since. Now he's just annoyed that he has to keep the band aid on until he gets the stitches out next week, just to keep him from picking at the stitches.
So there was our weekend. Graham is my child that it all happens to. There was one other time that he probably should have gotten stitches, but it was the night before my race last fall, and I was going into Baltimore to spend the night, so it was not a convenient time to take him to the ER. He still has a large scar from that cut. Interestingly enough, when we thought that he broke his nose, we didn't take him to the ER until the next morning because Jesse and I had tickets to a concert that night. He just doesn't get hurt at convenient times! He's also the one who always gets bloody noses, rashes, etc. It sure will be an adventure raising this one!
