3 Stitches later...

This has been one of my worst fears as a mom. We have dealt with a couple of broken collar bones in Andy, but never had to do stitches with any of the kids. Until last night. We were at my grandma's for Justin's birthday party and we were thinking about getting ready to leave. Justin, Haylee and Ryan were in the library playing and we were out in the living room getting the presents ready to go to the van. Then I head Ryan screaming- the type of scream that made me sprint down the hall (I think I almost knocked someone off their feet- so sorry to whoever that was!) And sweet little Haylee had already swooped him up and was hugging him to make him feel better. I didn't look around the room too much because I was too busy looking at Ryan to see if I could find his owie. He seemed fine but then I saw blood dripping down the back of his head. It was one of those things where I knew right away he needed stitches but I still thought maybe I was over reacting for a second. So I asked Lynn what she thought and she (with her calm nursing reassuring-ness)....(I just made up a word!) thought so too. We loaded up the kids and we were off...it was the longest drive to the ER. Every red light, getting stuck behind s....l....o....w.... people....I was pissed. We didn't wait too long and they were able to send him down the hall to urgent care instead of sending him through the ER, so that was nice.

He was spoiled rotten by the nurse. She gave him a banana popsicle while she washed off his cut. But then came the stitches. Needless to say, he was a little peeved. I dont think he has been swaddled since he was a newborn, but that was the only way they could do it safely. It took the doctor doing the stitches, the nurse to hold his head, and they grabbed another tech to hold his little burrito wrapped arms and legs so he didnt flail around and hurt himself while they were sewing him up! Even the guy who was holding him, commented on how strong he is :) This guy was needing toput most of his weight into holding Ryan still! Thats my little tough guy!  Once they were done, he sat up and gave me a hug and then looked at the three of them and went "hmph" giving them the dirtiest look I have ever seen his sweet little face make!!  The nurse was SO sweet and she felt so bad that she came back in with 5 different stuffed animals for him to choose from. He wouldnt pick right away, and we got onto the subject of how to care for his stitches, when I hear this demanding little voice yell out "BEAR!" She melted (so did I, what can I say?? My kid is flipping adorable!) She stopped what she was doing and got his bear, just like he demanded. Then we got to leave, and on our way out of the room, the doctor laughed and said that the nurse poiled Ryan with the bear. But at that point, the nurse wasnt done yet. She walked over to the sticker basket and showed him all of thier stickers...they had Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, Sponge Bob, bears, snowmen, and a couple others. Ryans eyes lit up and when I asked him which one he wanted, the nurse said, "No, no...these are ALL for Ryan!" Oh...ok :) So he left with a new bear, a bunch of stickers and a banana popsicle all over his face. Now....don't go getting any ideas honey. I do not want to go back there- so don't go and get anymore owies just so you can go back to the hospital and get more popsicles and presents!