This happened two months ago but I never blogged about it…

One night as the boys were getting out of the bathtub and being even more rammy than usual, Ryan was crouching down with a towel around him and told Sam to sit on top of him. Sam, being the little brother that will do anything big brother says, proceeded to sit on Ryan’s back. Ryan then stood up abruptly or jerked forward or something, and Sam went flying off and bashed his head on the toilet. I was right there and saw the whole thing happen, and thought he’d come away from the fall with a nice goose egg on his forehead. Instead, once he stood up from the fall and the silent scream turned into gulping wails, it was obvious what we were dealing with was a full-on facial laceration. Sam had hit his head just right onto the toilet seat edge to cut open his face near his left eye. There was blood streaming down his face, down his chest, onto my jeans, and all over my arms as I held him and tried to calm him down.

Pat wasn’t home when the injury happened, but walked in a few minutes later to the bloody scene. We were pretty sure the injury was going to require stitches, but I decided to stop at Urgent Care first JUST in case they could take care of it. The on call person at UC took one look at Sam (in the LOBBY) and made a face and said “oh, by the EYE.” And then went on to tell a lovely anecdote about how once she had sealed up a facial laceration on a little girl with the glue technique, and a few days later the girl had a raging eye infection from the procedure. It was suggested I take Sam to the Children’s ER. So off we went (oh yeah, and as I’m wrangling a bleeding Sam back into his car seat some woman comes up to me trying to get me to give her money because she ran out of gas, wth?) on our maiden voyage to the ER. Luckily it was a slow night there. The triage nurse packed the wound with some type of numbing treatment, and then we watched some TV in the waiting area. When we were called back, a woman came and showed Sam all the medical instruments they’d use on him and explained what they’d do. Then he got to eat popsicles and watch Curious George while they stitched up the wound…all the while sitting on my lap so that I didn’t have to see a thing.

that's an ice pack made from a rubber glove

that’s an ice pack made from a rubber glove

in waiting area, watching team umizumi

in waiting area, watching team umizumi

Sam was a trooper and a champ through the whole ordeal. He stopped crying about five minutes after the injury happened, and didn’t cry again till the stitches were going in, and even that was just a couple little whimpers. He fell asleep in the car on the 10 minute drive home, and we were home by 10pm.

this is how jovial he was waiting for stitches

this is how jovial he was waiting for stitches

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The day after…

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This injury didn’t effect him much…he didn’t miss preschool, kept up with his usual physical antics, etc. It healed up nicely, but he didn’t want any part of me continuing to put bacitracin on it. The scar will remain.

right after getting the stitches out

right after getting the stitches out