James did not have a good day last Friday. While I was out running errands and having a parent teacher conference about Henry (more on that later - that was the best part of my day!) James and Anna were at home with the babysitter. James was jumping on the little mini-trampoline we have in the basement (it has since been moved!) and somehow tripped and fell off. He fell badly onto a speaker next to the trampoline and got a deep gash between his eyes that apparently started gushing blood immediately. Luckily our house cleaner was also here and between her and the babysitter they got James somewhat calmed down, the bleeding to more or less stop and made the phone call to me. Fortunately I was close to home so I rushed back to take James to the emergency room. We could all see that he would need stitches. I was shocked when I first saw him. He was sitting shirtless on the kitchen island, wimpering and looking scared. The cut was very deep - about a centimeter. This is what it looked like when James and I got to the ER:
Once at the hospital they put a topical anesthesia on the cut and we waited about an hour for the gel to do it's job. When they were ready to put in the stitches we put James' arms on his back in a pillow case and wrapped his whole body in a sheet so he couldn't move much. There was also an technician who held James' head the whole time. Surprising James was never hysterical. Of course he cried throughout the procedure - but fairly quietly, like he knew he had to be still - what a brave boy! The Surgeon put in 3 stitches under the skin and 8 on top. This is what James looked like when they were done:
He was so sweaty when it was all over! You can also tell how tired he was - he missed his nap that day and after that much pain and crying I can only imagine how he must have been feeling. James and I finally got home around 5pm, after making a detour to the Dairy Queen drive through - this boy deserved an ice cream!
The next picture shows James today. (I managed to take a blurry one as he was eating a snack...) He hasn't seemed bothered by the stitches at all and hasn't touched them once. We'll go back to get the stiches out on Wednesday. I'm sure he'll have quite the scar...
James scares me - he has already been to the ER twice and he's not even 2 years old yet! (The other time we had to take him was when he knocked out a tooth at 8 months old)
