We enjoyed the long weekend for labor day. It was wonderful.
But this long weekend was not without incident.
We made our first trip to the emergency care clinic early Saturday morning.
As I was unloading Brodie's golf clubs and closing the hatchback of the car, Blayd jumped up and split his head on the edge of the door as it came down.
I almost threw up on the spot.
Blayd was in pain and his blonde hair was becoming red.
I looked at the damage and cleaned it up as best as I could.
It was a small, clean split. Would it really need stitches?
I tried calling my Mother, who did not answer her phone.
This is not unusual for her, so I drove over to her house so she could take a look at him.
(My Mother was a nurse for many years.)
She was not home.
Normally at this point, I would have driven to my grandmother Nanny's house, as she was also a nurse for many years, and she was the one I could always count on to be home and available.
My heart hurt as I didn't have her to turn to, to help me make the decision on whether or not Blayd needed to go to the ER.
I took a deep breath and realized,
time to grow up and handle these things like an adult.
I looked him over again, and his head was still bleeding,
not terribly bad, but bleeding none-the-less.
I prayed the Lord would help me make the right decision.
I called the Canadian and told him I was picking them up from the golf course because we were going to have to take Blayd to the emergency clinic.
Considering I have boys - that are all boy - I suppose we are lucky this was our first ER trip.
I was praying fervently that stitches would not be needed,
when the doctor came in and told me they usually use staples.
I thought he was joking.
IN MY BABY'S HEAD?!?
He said the dermabond (liquid stitches) would probably do the job, but he couldn't guarantee it. He said the staples would be a guarantee of a cleaner scar and less interference with hair growth.
Since the doctor was mainly concerned about cosmetic issues, I opted for the dermabond.
The Canadian interjected and said we'd do the staples and that I would just have to leave the room.
You know tough guy stuff and all.
I was seriously about to vomit.
After all my 4 year old baby has been through lately,
with losing Nanny, having anxiety, nightmares, etc.
I could not handle this.
While we were waiting, a nurse friend called me and we talked over the situation. She told me she really felt the dermabond would be okay and that it was not worth the drama of the staples and having to remove them afterward. Also, the scar would be under his hairline, so it wouldn't be noticeable, really. I considered it a sign from God that she had called.
I stepped out and told the ER nurse I had changed my mind.
The Canadian got furious and left me. He took Brodie and went out to the car to wait.
I stayed with Blayd while they clipped his hair a bit, and applied the dermabond.
It was painful for him, as they squeezed it tight, but it didn't last long.
I really felt I made the best decision.
Seriously, Blayd has been through wayyyy too much lately. I will blog more about that soon.
We are now on day 6 now and all has been well with the dermabonded spot on his head.
I am so thankful we are not facing another doctor's appointment in a few days to remove staples. Sometimes as a Mother, you just have to make the best decisions that you can, and pray for the best.
This post is linked up with Mrs. Jenny's Alphabe-Thursday, Letter P.