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Last Wednesday afternoon, just before naptime. “Mama, Ervin fell down.” He starts to cry. I scoop him up and immediately see a purple circle on his forehead where it appears that his skin has opened. But it’s not bleeding, yet.
I take him to the bathroom and run some warm water for a washcloth, then try to dab the circle, which has now turned bright red but still isn’t really bleeding. He won’t let me touch it, but he’s stopped crying.
The more I look at the spot, the more I see under the skin, and I start to get more nervous. I call my dad, who has almost finished cooking his lunch, and ask him to come over. He does, a few minutes later. He takes the boy, sits down, and looks at it, too.
He’s not sure if his littlest grandson will need stitches, but he suggests I take him to the ER where they can at least clean up the wound. Then he takes big sister and they walk to his house, while I take the boy and buckle him into the car armed with his favorite blanket, the washcloth, and a toy.
I drive less than 10 minutes to the closest small town, where there’s a small brick building. I push the intercom button outside the Emergeny Entrance door and say “My two year old split his forehead open and I don’t know if he needs stitches.” A familiar face opens the door and I walk into the first room on the left, holding my boy.
An older nurse with a kind face walks in, coos at my boy, and says “did you pop your forehead?” She then busies herself trying to take the blood pressure around his tiny little arm and dabbing the now slowly bleeding circle with gauze and warm water. He won’t really let her do it, either, but he stays happy and calm as can be. There are distractions, like the emergency response poster on the wall and the fun dangly things on the blood pressure machine.
The doctor comes in a few minutes later, talks to Erv a little bit, and gets to work dabbing numbing gel on the spot and wrapping his head, all the while talking about getting the wound dry and hoping to glue it together. He then tells me that the bandage needs to stay on my two year old’s head for 20 minutes (TWENTY MINUTES!). Miraculously, though, he doesn’t immediately rip it off, and we manage to kill that time singing songs and playing with various equipment in the room while he sits on my lap.
When the 20 minutes is finally up, the doctor comes back in, takes the bandage off, and looks at it again. He talks more about the glue and needing to dry out the opening for it to work, while covering the spot with some kind of cotton ball and telling me to hold it there for five minutes. FIVE minutes. Erv wasn’t thrilled with that, at all, but I held my ground and his little head, and we get through it. When the time is up, the nurse holds his head while I hold his arms, and the doctor dabs the glue on his forehead. It doesn’t work. Stitches it is.
After being in that room for more than 30 minutes, I finally start to feel completely helpless as they swaddle my toddler and lay him down on the bed. The nurse sits by him and says, over and over “he’s not fighting me too much, just kicking his feet.” But he’s crying, and he’s scared as the doctor leans over him with the needle and thread, and sews his forehead back up with three black stitches.
By the time he’s done, my littlest boy is sweaty and worn out from crying. I scoop him up and unwrap the sucker that another nurse had just brought in for him.
We get some final instructions to come back in seven days, watch for a concussion, and offer up pain medicine every 3-4 hours if it’s needed, and then make a visit to the admissions office down the hall, pay our co-pay, and walk back out into the sunshine. A nurse gives us two more suckers, and I unwrap one for each of us after I’ve semi-successfully cleaned up the mess from the first sucker and buckled my little scrapper back into his car seat.
The next day (and the next five days), he doesn’t flinch as I put Neosporin and a new Band-Aid on, and I try not to think about the fact that I wasn’t watching my littlest two while they jumped on bubble wrap in the living room. Am I a bad mom because I didn’t see him slip and hit his head on the floor? What do other people think of me when they see his head and asked me what happened? I don’t know. But I do know that we’re going back to the clinic tomorrow to get those three stitches out, and I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I don’t have to take my little daredevil back there anytime soon.
One visit to the ER in seven and a half years of being a parent is PLENTY.
Have you made ER visits with any of your kids?
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It sounds as though you both did very well in what must have been a very frightening experience (for both of you!) I have 2 boys who get asthma symptoms with viruses, so there have been more than a few trips to the emergency room over the years.
You are not a bad Mama! We can only watch them so hard, and save them so many times. Once in 7 years is a record. My oldest was 2 when he fell off the couch backwards, hit his head on the table and there was blood, everywhere. The glue thing at the doctor's didn't work either, and they had to swaddle him too. I had to leave the room, I couldn't bear watching my baby fighting them, kicking, crying and begging for me to hold him. In the end, we left without stitches (turned out he didn't need them, it was just a precaution, gah), but he clung to me all night and the next day, and probably had a wicked headache throughout. Head wounds are notoriously bloody and invariably always looks worse than it actually is.
I think you and Erv handled the ER visit beautifully! Hope he's better now.
We've been to the ER for several broken bones, asthma attacks, a horrible case of the flu and an ear infection that almost ruptured Ash's eardrum. We have not had any stitches though…thank goodness! I don't know how you did it! I would've passed out. Broken bones are bad enough but you don't see any blood. Blood does me in!
Glad Erv is feeling better and that his mama came to the rescue!
I'm still amazed that was your first ER visit! And hopefully last for a good long time. We've gone for illness with both, but not injury that I can remember. And I hope we don't have to soon either!
Aw, poor Erv. I'm so impressed by how you (and he) handled all that ER time. I don't think Brinky could have handled it! We've never had to take a kid to the ER (yet). Though a better mom than me might have taken Jenny for her thumb injury a few weeks ago. And no, you are not a bad mom!! No one would think that – certainly no one who's ever been a mom.
I have 2 littles at home, 5 yrs and 1 yr, and we have two ER visits under our belt for them. Oldest dd was in the ER at 11 days old (admitted for 4 days) for a staph infection in her face and at 10 weeks for a hair tourniquet on her toe where we were treated and released.
Ohmigosh. This post made me feel sick the entire time I read it. I was just picturing myself as you and Cameron as Ervin.
I expect ER trips in our future but thankfully have had none. You are not a bad Mama. Kids get hurt ALL THE TIME. Kids get hurt doing the silliest things and it makes no sense how something like that could hurt them. It is totally normal, and you were there for him after it happened, which makes you super!
You are such a good mama. I'm also impressed that you've only been to the ER once. We've been several times over the years. Last year when JT broke his arm (while we were picking strawberries of all things!) all the nurses kept telling me to "get used to coming here with four kids." Which did not make me feel better. Because mamas will never get used to watching their kids get injured, ever! You did a great job staying calm and taking care of your baby!
Of course you wonder what people think but I think your record of only once in 7.5 years is pretty darn good, Momma! Kids have accidents all the time. Things happen, they just do. He could have done that even if you were sitting right there next to him. xo
And hey, he's a toughie! And a cute one at that!!
Poor little guy! I can imagine that is scary. We went to the ER once because T was having a hard time breathing with the croup, and that was quite frightening!
Isn't it "funny" how right away we think about what other people think when something happens to our kids. When my youngest was two she broke her collarbone when she fell out of bed during her nap (she was playing and not napping) and I was upset with her and didn't realize something was wrong until later. I never had anything like that happen with my older two… Kids will be kids and these things will happen. Hope all goes well when he has the stitches taken out.
We have been soo lucky so far, though I have no idea how. They knew my MIL at the local ED when my husband & his brothers were little.
Ten years from now, he'll barely remember this (and mostly only through stories other people tell).
YOU, however, will never forget it.
Being a mama is hard. And we never get adult-sized lollipops.
🙂
My oldest got stitches at 9 months because he slipped while pulling himself up on the chair my mom was sitting in. His face hit a ROUND chair rail and poured blood. At 2 he made a goose egg while running through memaw's house and hitting linoleum in sock feet and sliding across the floor landing squarely on the window ledge. My middle son bit THROUGH his upper lip while I was at work and my 16 yr old nephew was babysitting because hubby worked 3rd and needed sleep. Yeah you are not a bad mom, it happens they are accidents. Period. Glad he is doing better and hopefully so are you…
Ouch! Poor Erv. When James was just about his age he fell in the kitchen (I was in the living room) off of this rolling seat thing I have (that they were NOT supposed to be playing with) and busted his chin open. We took him to the ER where they had to wrap him just like that and give him stitches. It was horrible. Big hugs for you, and I hope it is a LONG time before you have to make a return trip, if ever.
Not a bad mom.. sounds like you handled it well. And what a little trooper you have!
I've only had to make one, so far, in 5 years. And it was awful. Julia needed stitches for a cut. Holding her down was the worst.
Glad Erv is doing better!
So glad that he is all right. I'm amazed at how good he was with the whole process, what a good little boy. Don't feel bad at all we can't watch every moment, life happens and he's ok.
Poor baby! I'm glad you both are doing OK!
Poor guy (and you!). Isabelle fell when she was 16 months old down the deck stairs and onto the driveway. Huge egg on her head, road rash, and they thought she might have a concussion (vomiting!). So scary when the kids are hurt and you can't do anything to help 🙁
Glad to hear he's ok and I've made too many visits to the ER so don't feel bad.
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He's a little charming tornado. My Mom says that I was just liek him – loving adventures and never fearing anything new. I'm happy he's just fine. Don't worry – this sort of things happens with boys every now and then. And it's absolutely normal.