|Zeke's ankle bracelet|
Saturday evening, we had to make our second, ever, E.R. visit. (Unfortunately, it was for the same child. He had a concussion before.)
We were heading to Grandma's house for dinner. Isaac asked to wear his Cars jammies. I mean, it was almost dinner time, we were just going to grandma's house, and he'd be changing into his jammies there soon anyway. Why not let him wear p.j.s?
Well, it turns out that we did make another stop. As we were getting everything/one loaded into the van, Isaac climbed up into his seat, as usual. He leaned over the edge to look at something (we think here. Not really sure.) and he fell out of his seat, out of the van, onto the garage floor. He bit all the way through his lip.
Now, as it happens, E and I weren't standing right there. I was getting food, diapers, etc. for Eliza in the house. E was loading up the back of the van. All of a sudden, I hear E yell my name. He yelled it in such a way that I knew some body had to go to the hospital. He brought in a screaming Zeke, completely covered in blood. (Y'all, it was so much blood. All over my sweet babies face, shirt and hands.)
I quickly grabbed a wet towel to put pressure on it. After I held it there for a second, I lifted up the now very bloody rag (which, of course, was a stark white burp cloth of Eliza's. oh well. She took one for the team.) and saw how bad it really was.
Thankfully, the other three kids were already buckled in their seats, waiting to go to grandma's. We rushed to the brand new E.R. right around the corner (which, in hindsight, we should've gone to the ped's E.R. Its a longer drive, but usually a shorter wait. Plus, much better for kiddos.) They sort of freaked when they saw blood all over him. We hadn't taken the time to clean him up. I just put pressure on it, drove with me sitting next to him keeping pressure on it. I hadn't even thought of the blood elsewhere.
We then proceeded to wait for 3.5 hours. Through out the course of the 3.5 hours, Isaac kept a diaper (cloth) pressed up against his lip. (He said the pressure made it feel better.) He was mostly calm, snugly, unless he had to take the pressure off for a nurse/orderly/doctor to check his lip. Then, it would start bleeding again, and he'd start crying again.
At one point, he even got up and played with the sand table. It didn't last long, however, because he couldn't do much with one hand. When he let go to try to slide the critters over, he started screaming again.
Thankfully, my IL's came and got O and A right away. They ate dinner at their house. Eliza hung with us for a while. E was chasing after her while I snuggled Zeke. After hour 3, we had them stop by the hospital to pick up Eliza (after I nursed her) and take them all to our house to go to bed.
One of the hardest times in my parenting career previously was watching a very tiny, and very dehydrated, O get an I.V. They couldn't find a vein and it was very rough. Watching Zeke get his stitches was right up there with that, guys. I was secretly balling inside. They swaddled him in a blanket, then removed his diaper (which he kept screaming "I need my rag!!") then they held him down while the dr. injected the litocain into his wide-open lip. It was terrible. There was blood every where (since it started bleeding like crazy again when they took off the diaper.) he was swallowing it, and they just kept sticking him with the needle.
The actual stitches went much better, but they covered his eyes. He kept calling out for E and I, and we kept reassuring him that we were there, touching his knee/foot/leg, etc.
After all of that was finished, all he could concentrate on was the strings in his lip. He kept begging us to take them out. That was when the nurse took him to pick out a Popsicle. (hurrah!)
When we got home, he had some apple sauce and crashed. (by then, it was 9:30.)
The day after:
He doesn't seem to mind the stitches much now. The hardest part has been his inability to suck his fingers for comfort. He's having a really hard time falling, and staying, asleep. So, he's extra tired, and he can't even comfort himself when he's grumpy/angry/sad/frustrated either. *sigh*
So, that was our Saturday evening. While it was an adventure, I think I'd rather hang out at home in our jammies next time.