Three More Stitches

In his short life of only 2 1/2 years, Scotty has now had 8 more stitches than I have in 26 years! I find it kind of creepy that it was one year and one day that Scotty fell in the living room and got his first 5 Stitches. June must be an unlucky month for our family.

Last night Scott and I were working at one of our concession stands. The kids, as usual, were running around playing with other kids, getting wet at the drinking fountain and then getting muddy with the dirt they found under the bleachers.

Before the ouchie...

Scotty is saying cheese... and Janey is looking cute and guilty.

As I was taking an order of a hot dog and powerade, I heard a scream come from my little man. It was one of those screams that a mother never wants to hear, but undoubtedly will hear at least a couple times while her children are young. I dropped the change I was making for the customer and ran over to where he was. I didn't know what had happened yet, but he was pretty upset. As I held him, I tried to figure out what he was saying through his crying, screaming and gasps for air. When I pulled him away from me to look at his face, there was what looked like a tear coming from his eye, but it was blood instead of a tear.

I was pretty sure he needed to get stitches, but wanted to make sure I wasn't just being a paranoid mama (I have that problem sometimes). As I was talking to Scott, I asked him if he thought we should ask around for a doctor. One of the boys waiting for a hot dog overheard us and without even being asked, went and got his grandma, who was a nurse (a million thank you's to that sweet boy - whoever he was). She looked at Scotty's eye and confirmed what I was thinking, that he would need a few stitches.

On the way to the Children's Clinic (thank heaven they are open till 9pm!!), I called Susan to see if she could come get Jane, since Scott stayed at the concession stand. Rhoud answered, and as I was stumbling across my words, trying to think straight as Scotty was crying in the background to Janey, "Janey look, eye ouchie!" (It's cute now, but at the time I was just so sad for my little boy.), he asked if he could call me back because they were talking to Brandon. I started bawling. I couldn't hold it back anymore, I was too scared, worried, sad and a million other emotions. I guess Rhoud didn't really know what to say to all of my blubbering, so he handed the phone to Susan. I had attempted to pull myself back together by the time she got on the phone, explained what was going on and agreed she would meet us at the clinic.

When I got to the clinic (having first gone to the urgent care center who wouldn't take us because they closed at 8:00 and it was 8:02!! No joke. I looked at my cell phone and could not believe it. I do not like those people, whoever they are), they took us right back and agreed he would need 3 stitches. The doctor was apprehensive about trying to give Scotty stitches since they were right next to his eye and he is a two year old. There was talk about sending him up to the ER, which is luckily just up the elevator and down the hall, where they would sedate him so he wouldn't move around too much while they were working so close to his eye. Luckily though, with enough fish tank, book, doggy, kitty, candy, Janey, Grandma, light switch, sticker, q-tip, and a thousand other distractions, the doctor was able to give him his 3 stitches with the two nurses and I only having to really hold him down for the last one.

After he was done getting the stitches, and had relaxed a bit on my lap, we were talking to the doctor about how we were coming in the next day to see him (who is not our usual doctor) for Janey's 15 month check-up. Dr. Smith turns to Scotty and says, "OK buddy, we'll see you tomorrow." Scotty immediately started crying a very sad cry, turns to me and says, "No more ouchie!!" It was so sad. Dr. Smith felt so bad. We both reassured him there would be no more ouchies tomorrow.

Before we left I let Scotty watch the fish and play in the waiting room for a few minutes. The doctor came out one more time to make sure his stitches were doing OK, and they were. Scotty was back to his normal, sweet, playful self as soon as he saw the tools and cars to play with. When I went to leave, Scotty wanted to stay and play. You'd think he would want to get as far away from that place as he could. I took him home and at the little man's request, gave him a bowl of cereal before bed (just like his daddy!!).

And here is the wound. It's definitely not as bad as it could have been, good thing he is tough like his daddy.