We had our second ER visit in less than a year last night after Molly ate it on the sidewalk outside our house. We went for a walk and when we got home, Molly was climbing out of her stroller like she always does. She somehow lost her footing and landed on her forehead. I went to scoop her up and couldn’t even tell where the cut was because there was so.much.blood. The head bleeds a ridiculous amount. I brought her inside where Jim was on a work call. He took one look at us and said, “I’ll have to call you back.”
Once I started wiping Molly’s face, I realized right away that we would be making a trip to the ER. Molly kept asking for a band-aid and her boo-boo bunny, so Jim got that out of the freezer for her {the funny part is that she just holds onto it and doesn’t actually put it ON the boo-boo} while I grabbed a change of clothes and MJ’s blanket and Katie {the baby doll}. Two minutes later, we were checking into the ER. It was relatively quiet for a Sunday night at bedtime.
Molly was SO brave the entire time we were at the hospital. They checked her stats in triage and put some numbing gel on her forehead. The nurse found a hot pink bandage to hold the gauze in place, which Molly was excited about. We were really hoping that the laceration could be glued together, but unfortunately, it was really gaping and not a clean slice on the bottom.
She was very concerned about her outfit. Luckily, we were able to salvage it thanks to Shout and Tide.
After about an hour long wait in the waiting room, we were called back to see the doctor. Molly had to wear a hospital gown, which kind of broke my heart. It was past her bedtime at this point and the numbing gel was working, so Molly wasn’t in any pain and she was being her seriously funny self. A child life specialist came in to prep Molly for what to expect; I can’t say enough about how wonderful the professionals at the hospital were. Annie, the child life specialist, had a doll and showed Molly how the doctor would clean the wound and showed her the thread that would be used to sew up the wound.
After the doctor stitched her up {3 stitches, 1 cm. laceration}, Annie brought Molly a popsicle and an Olivia book.
BUT, that’s not the end of the story…
We asked the doctor about sending Molly to school today, and she replied that there was no reason not to. Jim had to be at work early so Nana came over to take Molly to school. Around noon, I got a phone call from Lisa, the director, that Molly had fallen and was bleeding from the same place as last night’s wound. I told Lisa I’d be right there and I dismissed my class.
Turns out that Molly had slipped on some water during a bathroom break and fallen, right onto the same spot on her forehead. What are the odds of that?!
The stitches weren’t broken as far as we could tell, and we were able to get in to see Dr. Holladay. Jim was on his way home already, so I brought Molly home to have a cupcake while we waited on her appointment. When it was time to go to the doctor’s office, Molly looked up at me and said, “It hurts. Do you want to ride it he back with me?” I cracked up because she certainly knows how to work a situation!
I was so grateful that Dr. Holladay said the stitches were still tight {he actually said the doctor had done a wonderful job, which I was glad for because I wanted to ask for a plastic surgeon for the original stitches and didn’t}. There was a new bruise and goose egg, so the swelling made it appear that the cut was pushing open. Dr. H was confident that once the swelling went down, all would be ok and that we most definitely didn’t want to risk re-stitching the area.
Molly and I took naps and snuggled all afternoon after the emotional past 18 hours. I let her watch tv and we played with the balloon that Nana dropped off. Now, we just need to keep her upright until Friday morning when the sutures come out!
Life with Sweet Peaches 