Today was Gavin's 18th month check-up. He is 28 lbs and 34.5 inches tall, at the top of the curve for both weight and height. Doc said he looks awesome, best ears she has seen all week, heart sounded as it should (hoping that means the heart murmur closed) and passed the 18 month evaluation questions with flying colors. But we did have to get a shot because at his last visit, he kicked the nurse and the needle came out, so he didn't get the full dose.
So the doc leave to send the nurse in, and the kids were being pretty good—until they decided to escape. So they are both pulling on the door handle, get it open, I go to close the door and keep them in the room, Gavin loses his balance, falls backward, bangs his head on the pull out step stoll at the base of the examine table and cuts his head. He starts screaming, I didn't know he was bleeding until I had blood all over my hands. Great. I open the door to get help and the Dr. is right there, but she is on the phone. She hangs up and I tell her what happened. She starts to clean the wound and says, "I think he is going to need a staple for this." Really? Super. Can you do it here. Nope you have to go to the ER.
Then she says, let me see if I can close it with a butterfly bandage, but that didn't work because of all his hair. However, the bleeding just about stopped, so she said that we probably didn't have to go to the ER, but keep an eye on it and if continues to ooze, I would have to go to the ER.
Long story short, the bleeding eventually stopped and I didn't have to take him. What a friggin' nightmare though. Never a dull moment. I have a feeling this is the beginning of stiches, staples and trips to the ER. Someone once told me that mothers of multiple boys are a shoe-in to heaven. I'm beginning to understand why.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
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Wow - even the doctor's office is a hazard! Congrats to you not having to go to the ER for a staple. And, why can't they come up with a different name for it than a "staple"? Stapling someone's head sounds awful.
That scene you just painted sounds so familiar! I am glad my kids aren't the only ones who like to act a little crazy in the small examining room!
It always makes me feel better when I read about your events. We have had similar experiences. It's just nice to know that I am not alone!
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