Or so my mom told me when I called her in a panic yesterday morning, describing the scene that was unraveling before me. Gabe took a spill off of our bed and smacked the back of his head onto the corner of the nightstand. There was blood. A lot of it. But since Gabe has such a luscious mop of hair, I could barely see the wound itself. And remember how he has a sensitive head anyway and hates all head-contact? And remember that he's a toddler? Yeah.
I started panicking, which is
always a good idea. I start thinking of having to go to the hospital and the fact that neither John or I had showered yet and man, we
really needed to. So I called my mom, who attempted to calm me down by asking all the right questions. Was he conscious? Did he cry right away? That sort of thing. She ordered me to go get him a popsicle and calm the freak down.
Once Gabe settled down, we took showers (you're welcome ER staff. And I'm sorry no one else there took that step prior to coming) and headed to A.I. Dupont, a fantastic pediatric hospital in our area. It was our first time ever stepping foot inside and man, they were awesome. Even though we later heard that Sundays and Mondays are the busiest, we were in and out under 3 hours and everyone was super polite and accommodating. Here's how it unfolded...
Gabe was in a pretty good mood for suffering a little head wound and spent the first few minutes playing one of his favorite games, "What's that Mom/Dad?"
He points, we tell him what it is. Door, computer, chair and so on and so on.
Ooo TV!
He did a bit of coloring in between getting weighed, getting his vitals taken and random people poking around the back of his head. But then the fun ended.
Then they applied the numbing gel that would allow them to check it out later. So we waited for that to start working...
He tried escaping multiple times.
Finally the exhaustion and frustration kicked in and he let his daddy hod him for a bit while we watched Lady and the Tramp.
This old timey head wrap thing was keeping the gel on but it also managed to crack me up. He looked like he belonged in Band of Brothers or something...
Anyway, after the numbing was complete, the doctors came in to check it out. They had to wrap him up and hold him down so they could clean it out and put in two staples. There were so many tears...mostly him but a few from me too. It was so so sad to watch. Luckily I could sit there and hold the little hand that snuck out and tell him it would be over soon. And it was. They did quick work and then produced a big purple popsicle. Gabe quickly forgave them for all of their transgressions.
Then he got the mother of all kiddie-cheer-ups, a Happy Meal lunch.
He was back to normal super quick and running around like usual. Of course, we have to head to the doc in 10 days to have the staples removed. That should be fun. But this is our first trip to the ER and had to be documented as such. Yet for some reason my mom also keeps telling me that there will most likely be many more to come. It's like she knows who his accident prone mother is...