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The Wearin' Of the Green -- And Red

March 17th, 2008 (04:51 pm)

current mood: relieved

It's the first day of spring break for my kindergartner. And it's St. Patrick's Day. So we began our morning by meeting some other moms and kids at a local bagel place for breakfast -- green bagels! All was well, until my little guy started playing with a toy truck, running it around on the floor. At one point, he got the truck moving faster than his feet were moving, and he suddenly fell forward, slamming his chin against the tile floor. He ran over to me, not crying at all, and insisting that it didn't hurt. But his chin was cut and bleeding pretty badly. Someone found me a Band-Aid for it, but the bleeding didn't seem to be slowing down. That and the fact that he was suddenly subdued and unnaturally quiet made me suspect that the gash was serious enough to need medical attention.

We weren't far from his doctor's office, so I drove him straight there, hoping the staff would take pity on a bleeding child and let him see a doctor even though we lacked an appointment. And it's a good thing they did; he really did need stitches. It was a harrowing visit for what was really a minor injury. 

First he had fits because he didn't want me or the doctor to pull off the Band-Aid. He was afraid it would hurt too much. After many tears and angry outbursts from him, I managed to pull it off. The doctor put some cream on the wound to numb it, but then she had to give him a shot to anesthetize it more deeply before she stitched him up. He absolutely positively did not want that shot. The doctor, two nurses, and I tried for at least a half-hour to hold him still and get that needle into his chin. It was already numb from the cream, but he could not bring himself to believe it would not hurt. They threatened to send him to the emergency room, where there were more people to hold him down, and restraints to keep him still. Finally, finally, finally, we managed to get the shot into him. After that, he was pretty cooperative for the stitches. And when he looked in the mirror afterward and saw the threads sticking out of his chin, he thought it was terribly funny.

Now he seems to have forgotten how upset he was, and he's proudly telling everyone he sees, including strangers, that he got stitches in his chin today.

I'm not looking forward to going back in ten days so the doctor can take them out.


Posted by: Allison Stein (astein142)
Posted at: March 17th, 2008 09:42 pm (UTC)

Oh my! His first stitches. A major milestone in a young boys life (and his Mom's!) It reminds me of something I once overheard while at my own doctor's office. From down the hall came the shreiking and wailing of a small child, including an outburst of "But (sob) I don't WANT (sob) to feel bet-ter! (sob)" Hang in there.

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