There are some milestones I wish we could skip over. The first big boo boo for my boys being one of them. But I figure I may as well mark this occasion in the only baby book I have – this blog.
On Saturday, Naaman and I took the kids to their grandparents so we could have the day together to celebrate our anniversary. We ate lunch, saw a movie and then went to dinner. It was fabulous to have the day all to ourselves. After dinner we went home to relax a bit. Just as I was getting out of the car I heard my phone ring. It was my dad and I knew it probably wasn’t good news.
They were playing at the McDonald’s play place and Brigham tripped over a ball and fell on his chin. They couldn’t tell how bad it was so they were bringing him back to our house so Naaman could take a look. He’s the nurse, after all. When I saw him I could tell he had been crying, poor thing. Naaman looked at it and we knew we had to go to the hospital. My parents took Landon home with them and we were off to Children’s Mercy.
Brigham did great when we first got there. Probably because he had no clue what was happening. We very rarely have to take these kids to the doctor much less a hospital. The doctor came in to see him and told us he would need stitches as it was a deep gash. They cleaned it and put some goo on his chin to numb it and said they would be back in thirty minutes. We sat there reading books and playing games on the iphone. I wasn’t that worried because they said he wouldn’t be able to feel anything.
Then it was time. The nurse practitioner, doctor and nurses all flooded into the room and we laid him down in order to get ready to work. I told them he was a “grabby” boy and so they wrapped a blanket around his arms. I wasn’t planning on watching or even being near the table. I am very squeamish around blood. But suddenly he was crying for me and I was forced to suck it up and go over there to my scared little boy.
And from there on out it was the most awful, dreadful, horrible thing I’ve ever seen happen to one of my children. There were six people in the room, I think? All of them helping to hold him down because he became hysterical. Nothing we did would soothe him. He screamed at the top of his lungs the entire time it was happening. He tried to thrash and get away but we were holding him down so he couldn’t. It was like I was watching my son be tortured. It was absolutely heartbreaking and I had to step away a couple of times because I couldn’t handle seeing him like that. I was sweating like crazy and I never sweat!
They had probably been working on him for at least thirty minutes when the NP stopped what she was doing and said, “This isn’t working. We’re going to have to start over.”
I nearly screamed. Um, what??? I thought you were almost done! Holy hell was I steaming mad. The doctor stepped in and said that they needed to drug him in order to continue. He was much too upset and they couldn’t get the stitches in because he was moving around too much. I wanted to cry.
They came back in and put the meds down his nostrils. After about ten minutes he calmed down a bit but he was still crying and asking for me and daddy over and over. The doctor asked me if I sing to him and I said yes! So I started singing every song I could think of and he calmed down a lot. It made me feel good that my voice over everything else helped to soothe my baby. I rubbed his forehead and sang until they were done.
Seven stitches and an hour and a half later we were finally able to release him and let him sit up. What a mess! He was snotty, tear-stained and covered in sweat. My poor boy
We had to hold him because he couldn’t walk after the drugs they gave him. By the time we got home and got him to bed it was midnight. He didn’t sleep well and called out a lot in the night so I was up and down checking on him a ton just to make sure he was okay.
The next day was rough. I could tell he was in pain and he just sort of puttered around, not acting like himself at all. Around 11:00 he started flipping out. He was suddenly screaming and throwing things and trying to hit me! I had no idea what was going on and this lasted for about thirty minutes. Until finally, he laid his head down on a pillow and drifted off to sleep. I laid right next to him and watched him sleep. I think he was totally exhausted and the tylenol finally kicked in so he wasn’t in so much pain. But gosh, that was hard to watch him be so upset.
After his epic long nap he was so much better. In fact, he is loving showing off his scar to everyone! I’m so proud of my Briggy for getting through his first set of stitches.