When a toddler’s chin hits ceramic tile…you get stitches…three of them to be exact.
Yesterday Jensen was climbing on a chair in the kitchen, and Jake, being the responsible big brother that he is, decided to help him down. Well, when he placed him ever so gently on the floor, Jensen’s socked feet slipped out from under him and the rest is history.
Believe it or not, we were in and out of the ER in less than two hours. I know, I was amazed too! It was one of our fastest ER visits yet. This Naval hospital has a fairly small ER, but very fast service (well, at least the two times we’ve been there thus far in the past two months).
The Dr. decided against Dermabond, figuring that Jensen, being the two year old that he is, would probably rub it, bump it, or otherwise damage the glue, making stitches our only other option. We wrapped him up like a burrito (which is what we do after bath time each night…not sure if he’ll ever want to be a burrito again), held him tight, and got over and done with it as quickly as possible.
Had he known some four letter words I’m sure they would have been flying. Instead, the poor female nurse that was helping hold his jaw shut took the brunt of his “meanie-head” calling. He’s a strong little booger and kept yelling at the male attendants to “let his arms go.” I know he wasn’t in any pain, but instead I’m sure he was just scared. I did my best to talk to him, but he just didn’t want to hear anything I had to say.
As soon as we unwrapped him from his burrito-ness he was fine. He sniffled a few times, said the doctor (generalizing for everyone who assisted) was mean, and then moved on. He got a bunch of stickers and a popsicle for his trouble, and was kind enough to thank everyone at the nurses’ station as we walked out the door.
Lucky for us we get to go back next week to have the stitches removed. I’m sure he’ll love that hospital adventure almost as much as the first.