Sunday morning the kids were getting a little crazy (as is usual) while we waited for our late church time to finally arrive. I was at the computer finishing up some things and about to start going over my YW lesson when I heard Preston start crying. He was crying hard so I assumed it was more than a soft bump like usual, but I was definitely still shocked to walk into the girls room and see blood on his face. Ella and Addie both freaked out when they saw he was bleeding and covered their eyes...no future surgeons in our midst :-). He and Ella had been playing and he fell into her bed post at apparently just the wrong spot. After we wiped it up and looked at it we realized we were going to have to take him in to the doctor. It wasn't bleeding tons but it was a wide cut and right by his left eye. So, off to urgent care we went.
at home before leaving
and waiting in the waiting room
Luckily urgent care was able to handle us (which meant less waiting and hopefully less money than an ER visit although we are still scared to get the bill). Mike waited out with the girls while I went back with Preston. They wanted to get some x-rays and make sure the cut was the only injury. I think getting the x-rays was the hardest part of the day. I was trying to get him to lay still, on his side, while wearing the protective cover...it was hard, but we did get to take home copies of the x-rays.
Then it was back to a room to wait for the doctor. Luckily everything looked fine, so taking care of the cut was all we were worried about. I was hoping they wouldn't have to use actual stitches, but they did...5 total. I think watching them numb the area was worse than watching the actual stitches. I was surprised when I started to feel a little queasy at the end and had to sit down and I'd like to think it was because I hadn't eaten much that day, but who knows :-). Preston HATED being restrained. As they strapped him on to the board he was MAD. Then a nurse who was helping hold his head kept calling him "pumpkin" because she didn't know his name and he yelled at her, "NO! Not pumpkin, I Preston!" I assured him he was not a pumpkin. Poor little guy. He also told us repeatedly he wanted to get down, that he wanted a bandaid and that he was all done. Overall he did pretty well though and was very excited to hold me and his blankie again at the end.
2 hours later we were all happy to be headed home.
Preston took a nice long nap that afternoon and didn't seemed to be bothered by his owie at all when he woke up. I left the band aid on him the rest of the day because I was nervous to see it, but that night when we took it off I was surprised at how good it looked.
They had told us to expect a lot of swelling and bruising over the next couple days. Monday morning was definitely the worst day for swelling. I start calling him QuasiPreston because he was looking just like Quasimodo.
and remember what that side of his face had looked like just the day before?
By the afternoon the swelling was a little better and the purple color was getting deeper.
Since then we have been cleaning it as directed and trying to keep Preston from hurting it again. Tuesday we had a scare when he hurt himself and started crying. I ran in relieved to see he had only cut his lip; his eye was fine. The biggest bummer has been being stuck at home all week. We definitely miss the pool!
I leave in the morning for a girls' trip to Oregon (wooo hooo!) so I'm going to miss the next few days of healing, not to mention the big day Saturday getting the stitches out. I hope it all goes ok :-(. Poor Preston.
I feel like we are for real parents now that we have had our first stitches episode...leave it to the boy of the bunch:-).