In Stitches

I've received calls from Noah's daycare before. They go something like this:

"Hi Miranda. Noah has a little boo boo. He's okay, he just has a red mark, but we just wanted to let you know what happened."

So when my phone rang yesterday, that's what I expected to hear. What I actually heard was this:

"Hi Miranda. Noah has a boo boo...and it's going to need a few stitches."

What? He's 17 months old. What happened? How could he need stitches?

They explained that he tripped and fell face first into a bookcase and hit the edge of it in just the right place to make a nice gash in his eyebrow. When I got there to pick him up, he was sitting calmly in the assistant director's lap eating a cookie with his head bandaged. He was very calm. They didn't want to take the bandage off to show me what it looked like, so we just got in the car and headed to Children's Healthcare.

Step one at the ER was to get the bandage off and add some numbing cream. The nurse warned it would probably sting, and Noah was not very happy about it. I was not thrilled with the site of his wound.

Step two was a sedative and medication for the pain. Noah took them both easily and within about twenty minutes, he was indeed sedated and ready for the stitches. It only took a few minutes to clean it up and put in seven stitches. He was a trooper through the entire ordeal. It took a while for the sedative to wear off once we made it back home and then he was back to normal. Overall, he seemed quite unfazed by his injury. Other than being very sleepy because he refused to take a nap when we got home, he was his normal goofy self. Good to know we have a tough little guy. I can imagine that this is only the first of many injuries we will see in the future. My only hope is that we can stick to minor injuries and leave the major ones for someone else.