I’ve had children for 1,315 days.
During the course of those days we have made 4 visits to the Emergency Room.
Once when Lincoln had a huge bruise on his head and I was quite certain I was the worst mother in the world and omg he’s probably got the worst case of scrambled brains they have ever seen curse you wooden floors!
Then Judah’s finger had a run-in with Stanley’s teeth. 4 stitches to the underside of his middle finger. Perfectly healed, no scar.
Then there was the time Lincoln tumbled down the stairs at Grandma and Grandpa C’s house the night before we left for our long cross-country drive home. Even though we were well versed in bumps and bruises and were pretty confident he was OK, we didn’t want to chance something happening while we were stuck in traffic in the mountains in Kentucky. Thankfully he checked out just fine because we spent a lot of time sitting on the highway in Kentucky going no where because there was some sort of weather event slowing everything down.
And then we have this week.
Over the course of the past 7 days, Lincoln has bumped his head on the window frame while jumping on his bed resulting in a big knot above his right eye, bashed his head on the ground during a tantrum resulting in a goose egg above his left eye, fallen into the train table while standing on another toy with wheels, resulting in a scratch under his right eye, a black eye, and a crack in the train table (Sorry Grandma and Grandpa C!), and then tonight he jumped right off his trampoline and went face first into the coffee table, splitting open the knot above his right eye.
So…off to the ER we went!
Just after intake- Nick Jr. provided a great distraction.
Numbing up the laceration.
Waiting for the Lortab to kick in.
All stitched (and glued) up!
Lincoln was quite the trooper. As soon as it happened he asked if we could go to the hospital (???). During intake he kept asking why we were at the hospital and then once we got into a room he asked to go home. Of course!
When they wrapped him up in the swaddle he started to fight it and broke his arms out. They wrapped him back up and told him it was like being in a taco. Then he asked to go to Taco Bell. Once Thomas the Train started playing he calmed down and zoned out. Everything went pretty quickly after that and they were done in no time.
I have to say- Children’s Minneapolis does a great job. From the Child Life worker who came in and helped devise a plan to help make things easier and less stressful for Lincoln (she even brought him something to chew since I didn’t have a chewie with) to the doctors and nurses and all the staff. It was really about as good of an experience as you could hope for in an emergency room.
Here’s hoping we don’t see the other side of the ER in a long time.
Now I’m off to research helmets and bubble wrap.