Five Stitches

Today was a day that I knew would come, but hoped it wouldn't. Earlier this evening, as I was running to Costco to pick up some chips for dinner that we were having with Kassie and Jay, my cell phone rang. When I saw that it was "Home" calling, I assumed Scott had thought of something else for me to pick up. I answered the phone and it was the neighbor boy, Jadon. "Um, Julie, Scotty fell and has a cut on his eye. Scott wants you to come home." My heart dropped. "Jadon, let me talk to Scott." As Scott got on the phone, and explained what had happened, I could hear Scotty in the background trying to talk on the phone. Scotty had apparently been climbing backwards on his kiddie camp chair that he has. He tried to stand up and lost his balance, landing eyebrow first into the end table. As Scott and I were talking I was somewhat comforted that Scotty wasn't screaming. I, however, was still freaking out in my head, wishing I was there to comfort my little man. As I drove home, I kept telling myself over and over, "He is OK, Scott is there. He is OK!"

I got home and loaded the kids in the car and drove over to the Portneuf Urgent Care Center. Susan met us there and took Jane back to her house so both Scott and I could give Scotty all the attention he needed. When the doctor finally came in, he was so matter-of-fact about the whole thing, "Glue won't hold it, he needs stitches. He is going to scream. The ER will put him out if you would prefer not to have him scream." Not an ounce of sensitivity! Come on! This is my baby you are talking about... not a car or some inanimate object here. He is a little boy!!

Anyway, he was so brave and strong the whole time. To be honest, I didn't think he was even going to need stitches. I didn't really get a good look at it because of the blood scabbing, but he was so happy and excited to be in a new place (typical sweet Scotty) that I was beginning to think we had made a big deal out of a little scratch.

The nurses bundled him up in a sheet to hold him down, Scott held his head and I held his body. The doctor did his thing and FIVE STITCHES LATER (and a lot of screaming and crying - by both baby and mom - from having to be held down and under the sterile sheet) , our little guy was back to playing and jabbering as normal. What a tough little guy he is!!

Now I am hoping he doesn't notice the stitches and start pulling at them.

The chair (red & blue in foreground) is what he was climbing on and the table behind him is the one he hit. Look familiar Grandma?? Appropriate shirt, wouldn't you agree?