It seems like I was just talking to a group of moms at the park about broken bones & stitches & kids.
"We've never had any stitches," I remarked thoughtfully.
On Friday, Conner made me eat my words.
1:30pm friday afternoon. Anna, Payton, and I are cleaning up the flowerbeds in the front yard. Conner is riding his bike to the end of the culdesac and back. Now, I should mention that both of the boys learned to ride their bikes without training wheels this summer. And Conner is quite enjoying this new-found source of speed.
I hear a cry. And look to see Conner at the very end of the culdesac. And he continues to cry so I know that something is wrong. Payton, Anna, and I run to find him crouched over his bike, hand under his chin holding a puddle of blood. I didn't take the time to inspect too much, just held his hand and led everybody home.
Once the chin was covered with a towel I carried him in to the exam table / kitchen island. Wash the blood off his hand. Check. Quickly clean and bandage the hamburger knee. Check. Okay, time to look at the chin. He pulled the towel away and . . . . "yep, we're going to the doctor. Everybody get their shoes on."
the chin: pre-medical attention. Not for the faint of heart. But mostly for my brothers. :)
I was a little nervous at the thought of dragging everyone to urgent care, but it ended up being just fine. We were in and out in just over an hour. I had the forethought to grab a handful of fruit snacks and stuff it into my purse. The nurse gave the kids coloring pages & crayons. And I threatened severe punishment if they even thought about climbing off of their chair.
Conner was great. Even during the worst part (the injections of numbing medication) he didn't make a sound. In fact, once they hooked him up with that stuff he was a total chatterbox. I soooo wish I had recorded the conversation between him and the doctor. I was just cracking up inside. He covered everything from the Crakers, to his longing desire to be named Cut-in-Half, to his love for cold things (the shot included), and much much more.
Other notable items:
- As soon as we arrived Anna announced that she had an owie on her finger and needed to see the doctor. She made sure to tell all the nurses too.
- When the doctor unwrapped her tools, etc. on the tray . . . . Payton, standing in his chair to see, said, "ooo, is Conner going to get a shot?!" - and loud, because Payton is unable to control the volume of his voice. I turned to him, gave him the evil eye, and silently pressed my finger to my lips. His eyes got all big as he quietly melted down into his seat. He shut up after that. :)
The end result: { 6 stitches }
And bragging rights on the first day of school.
Now that we've got check marks for a broken bone and stitches, I think I'll be happy to stop right there.
