The Story and the Stitches

So, yes, there will have to be a 3 post series about the stitches - yes, it was that traumatic for the mom and son! I got a call from daycare (the fabulous Jill) that Gavin had hit his head and I left work pronto and drove to her house. I miss the Parity days in that I was about 6 minutes from there - now I'm 20-25 minutes away. Sad. I got there and she was sitting on the floor holding gavin with a washcloth to his face. she pulled it off to show me what looked like his insides - much bigger and worse then I thought - a huge laceration across his left eyebrow - with skin and fatty tissue flopping over his eye. um, gross - so mommy moved in what seemed to be slow motion to get a thing of gauze and a triangle bandage. I tied it to his head and we were off. He was sure to remind me to get his boots on the way to the car. Yes, I have a gash in my head and it hurts, but don't forget my boots. He and I think very differently. We went to my favorite Doctor Coffman who said she was looking at muscle tissue and that it's just not something they can do in a doctor's office or clinic - that we were going to the ER and she would call to see if we needed a surgeon or if the ER doctor was capable. It was Dr. Bennett - she said he would do great. So we went to the ER and Gavin was jumping around on the chairs while I was signing us in. Shocker, I had his social security card in my wallet - of all days - so cool! We eventually were taken back to the ER room and Gavin was given medicine to put him to sleep. um, over an hour later, he was very floppy and very awake. We did the 3 little pigs a gazillion times - i made pigs and a wolf on cups. We did 5 monkeys jumping on the bed - and this muscle sleeping boy was trying to jump on the bed - of course with me holding him upright and him thinking he was jumping... I can't describe it at all. His mind was completely awake - and his eyes were open - and his body was dead floppy weight. It was kind of hilarious. Except that they made me take the gauze and bandage off so he was oozing and dripping blood that I had to wipe up forever. So gross!! Eventually 4 nurses held him down and the doctor gave him a shot then stitched him up. He got a bunch of internal stitches because his under layer of skin was up in his forehead? Not sure how that really works but that's my interpretation of what they were saying. They 7 stitches across the eyebrow. The whole time he kept saying "Enough" "No more owie" "Muffin Now" Because I promised him a muffin when we were done. Poor kid. So they bring him out because I had taken a quick walk to get away from the screaming. The poor kid was awake the whole time! And he said again, No more owie mom, muffin now. He amazes me. Kids are so resilient, we here it all the time. And he is so much like me in some ways. Just pick up and move on. We went back to work and got my laptop so I could work tonight and tomorrow morning from here. His poor head. His eye is almost swollen shut. Sometimes I think it looks worse in person and sometimes it looks worse inthe pictures. Grandma brought over muffins and soup tonight. So Gavin got his muffins. I keep telling myself he's a boy and this is just the beginning. He's had more stitches at 2 then I've had in my whole life. Even as he was a cesarean baby - I got staples, not stitches.

That's my long story. Had to write it down so someday he will see it. Jill was very worried about him. So were all of is friends. It will be good to go show everyone his big owie! Just in time for Halloween. hmmm