Wednesday, Bo went and got 4 staples in his head after falling backwards into a table in my living room. I was in the kitchen making dinner when it happened. He came in screaming and at first we didn't see the blood. And then it started gushing. I've learned through experience that you do not panic. You clean the blood off and see what is underneath. Well, that is what I did; however, Bo didn't get the memo and he freaked when the blood started dripping on the tile. After finally convincing him that it was not that bad, he settled down ....a little.
Having been through this multiple times, I was prepared. I got my anticeptic and my liquid stitches and went to work. Apparently it all burns when applied to the wound. Again with the freaking out. I once again got him settled down and was able to apply the liquid stitches and hold the wound shut long enough for it to dry. It was a good size cut so I figured this was just a temporary fix.
When Ryan came home about an hour later, Bo didn't want to show him because he knew what was coming. Sure enough, Ryan gathered him up and headed to Urgent Care. Bo called me on their way home to tell me what a brave kid he was. He didn't even cry when he got the staples.
This obviously is not the first time we've had to do this. This, in fact, is the 3rd time we've taken him in for stitches. I remember atleast 2 other times that he probably should have gone in, but we doctored him up instead. That doesn't include the time we took him to ER because he fell over the banister to our stairs. Falling about 12 feet to the bottom of the stairs. I was 9 months pregnant, but I gathered him and carried him up the stairs and was checking him out when my husband walked in. That little incident ran about $2000 after all the x-rays and and MRI to make sure all was well, which it was. He didn't even bruise.
So now that he's had his stitches (staples) for the year, we should be good for another 12 months or so. Hopefully....
