So Tuesday night, about 15 minutes before my husband got
home from work, the boys were rough housing in the living room. Conner was chasing
Beau around when he tripped over a toy and smashed headfirst into the coffee table.
I wasn’t in the room but I heard the impact, then screaming and ran out to find
Conner walking into the dining room with blood pouring down his face. I’ve
never had to treat one of my kids for a head wound before so I really wasn’t
prepared for the amount of blood that was gushing from his forehead. In my mind there is a line between injuries I
can handle and injuries that need 911, for me this was as close to that line as
I have ever come.
home from work, the boys were rough housing in the living room. Conner was chasing
Beau around when he tripped over a toy and smashed headfirst into the coffee table.
I wasn’t in the room but I heard the impact, then screaming and ran out to find
Conner walking into the dining room with blood pouring down his face. I’ve
never had to treat one of my kids for a head wound before so I really wasn’t
prepared for the amount of blood that was gushing from his forehead. In my mind there is a line between injuries I
can handle and injuries that need 911, for me this was as close to that line as
I have ever come.
I had Conner lay down on the floor while I put pressure on
his head to stop the bleeding and after a few minutes it looked like it was
starting to slow down. Of course this was when he announced he really needed to
go pee. Of course he did. We waddled to the bathroom both covered in blood and
he couldn’t unbutton his pants so I bent down to do it for him. When I saw the
blood on his clothes and my hands I started to feel like I was going to vomit
then pass out. Luckily Nic walked in before I could blow chunks all over our
traumatized kids and I crawled to the hallway to pull it together.
his head to stop the bleeding and after a few minutes it looked like it was
starting to slow down. Of course this was when he announced he really needed to
go pee. Of course he did. We waddled to the bathroom both covered in blood and
he couldn’t unbutton his pants so I bent down to do it for him. When I saw the
blood on his clothes and my hands I started to feel like I was going to vomit
then pass out. Luckily Nic walked in before I could blow chunks all over our
traumatized kids and I crawled to the hallway to pull it together.
The gash wasn’t huge but it was more than we could fix at
home with a couple angry birds band aids, so Nic stayed home with Beau and
Tilli and I took Conner to the ER. Well first we went to urgent care, but
apparently they didn’t take our insurance so they told us to drive to a
hospital. A-holes.
home with a couple angry birds band aids, so Nic stayed home with Beau and
Tilli and I took Conner to the ER. Well first we went to urgent care, but
apparently they didn’t take our insurance so they told us to drive to a
hospital. A-holes.
Once at the ER they moved us through pretty quickly and
Conner was awesome, sweet, and polite. This quickly earned him a plethora of
awesome superhero stickers from the nurses. He finally ended up needing one
staple, and took it like a freakin’ champ! He claims he wasn’t brave because he
cried, but damn I would also cry if I got a staple stuck in my scalp without
anesthetic. His bravery and quiet sobs earned him several more stickers and…
ICE CREAM. You can bet he forgot all about his busted coconut after that. So
the staple is in for a week, and Conner is already over the whole thing and
learned not a single damn lesson about playing rough inside. So thanks to a
suggestion from my Mom-in-law I will probably be turning the coffee table into
a coffee ottoman.
Conner was awesome, sweet, and polite. This quickly earned him a plethora of
awesome superhero stickers from the nurses. He finally ended up needing one
staple, and took it like a freakin’ champ! He claims he wasn’t brave because he
cried, but damn I would also cry if I got a staple stuck in my scalp without
anesthetic. His bravery and quiet sobs earned him several more stickers and…
ICE CREAM. You can bet he forgot all about his busted coconut after that. So
the staple is in for a week, and Conner is already over the whole thing and
learned not a single damn lesson about playing rough inside. So thanks to a
suggestion from my Mom-in-law I will probably be turning the coffee table into
a coffee ottoman.
OK, now for the kinda cool but maybe a little gross
pictures. If you are squeamish just stop here… if you are curious please
continue!
pictures. If you are squeamish just stop here… if you are curious please
continue!
I took this while we were waiting in the ER because Conner wanted to see what his “booboo” looked like.
Here’s a shot of the staple
Here he is afterwards at home wearing all the stickers he earned and making a weird mouth face thing… I don’t know what that is.
Holy cow! Head wounds are so stinking bloody. We've had one major head injury, requiring 16 stitches, but never a staple. That looks nasty! Poor kid. Poor you. I'm guessing you are going to spend the next week yelling at him to "Watch your head!" as he wrestles and runs around. Good times. I love the fish face he's got going on.
Yikes! 16 stitches?! Conner usually has no major injuries, so Ifigure if he ended up needing one staple Beau will probably break his neck on the dang table. How do boys even live to adulthood?