this is the bucket
that was dropped from the tree house
that landed on a Payton's head
that sent us to urgent care
that brought out the staple gun
that provided an exciting start to our california vacation.
2:15 - We arrived at my parents house.
2:30 - Hugs & kisses are done so the kids run out to the tree house to play.
2:45 - Conner comes running back into the house, shaking, yelling . . .
"I think I just killed by brother! Come quick! It's horrible!"
That will send the adults into a panic in a hurry.
Around the corner of the house walks Payton, with blood streaming down his face and a trail behind him.
Oh the poor boy! He was a bit freaked out by the sight of his own blood. And so much of it. Head wounds tend to do that. Scott and I drove him to urgent care and arrived to a nearly empty parking lot at 3:45. Thank you! We were the only patients there so we got in quick.
He was a real trooper through the repair process. He just cringed and squeezed dad's fingers real tight. No tears. What a tough guy. 3 head staples, a stop for hot fudge sundaes at McDonald's, and a new nickname . . .
Staple Head Frankenstein
He loves having nicknames.
Soon after the staples were put in I took a picture of his head with Conner's little camera that happened to be in my purse. I showed the picture to him and he froze for a moment with wide eyes. I think it stunned him. Back at the house I wanted to take another picture with my big camera. Before he gave consent he said, "Can you please not show me the picture." Yep, I can arrange that
The doctor told us not to get his head wet for 24 hours. Perfect! He would be ready to go on Monday when it was time to swim. But, Sunday was going to be interesting. We didn't rinse his head before going to urgent care and despite my request, the nurse did a lousy job of cleaning his hair before the staples were put in. So I attempted a clean-up job with a damp washcloth at home, but he was still left with a patch of pink hair. He asked me, "Will the kids in Primary freak out when they see my head?" I assured him that everyone would think it was cool. And they did.
Today we went to our local doctor for staple removal. Again, a little cringing but he did just fine. I asked the nurse if we could keep the staples and I got an odd look, awkward pause, and "mmm-hmm." She obviously does not have a sense of humor.
Good-bye to Staple Head Frankenstein!
