First Trip to the ER

On Friday evening when Jason got home from work he found me in our room changing Xander's diaper. He was giving me a rundown of his day when we suddenly heard a loud thud followed by a screeching cry coming from the living room. I immediately felt the panic in my chest...it was a cry like I've never heard before. So I knew it wasn't just the usual bump or bruise or 'he took my toy' scenario. I rushed in to see Tressa bent over on the floor next to the coffee table holding her eye. She had been running around the living room pretending to ride a two-wheeler and tripped head first into the corner of the coffee table. We were so lucky that she didn't hit her eye, but there was quite a gouge on her forehead. I hope it doesn't leave a scar on her pretty little face!



We are kind of surprised that Corbin wasn't the first to go to the ER, since he's a lot more careless. And that dang coffee table made it through all their years of learning to walk without being a problem! Now I'm thinking maybe I should get rid of it. The ER doctor told us 3 patients had already been in that day for collisions with the coffee table.


Tressa was pretty panicked at the thought of getting stitches at first. I just held her and told her it would be okay. She's the type that likes to know details. She wanted to know what was going to happen. So I told her it would be like a special date with Mommy. We would get to go to the hospital together and we'd probably have some time to snuggle and watch a video in the waiting room before the doctor took a look at her cut. I told her I wasn't sure if he would need to stitch it up or not, but that he would know how to fix it. I told her that the doctor would be gentle and would numb her owie so that it wouldn't hurt if he had to stitch it up. She brought her favorite blanket to help her feel better.


Things went pretty much according to plan and she was calm the whole time. Even joking around and laughing at times. The cut was straight enough that the Doctor thought Dermabond (basically superglue) would do the trick. He put some numbing gel on the wound, pinched the skin back together and applied the glue. Afterward he told her what a good patient she was and gave her a popsicle. She thought it was the greatest thing in the world! All better.




Jason and I were hoping to be able to use this incident as leverage with the kids whenever they get rowdy..."Don't jump on the couch please, you don't want to crack your head open again" or "No running please, you don't want to have to go the emergency room like Sissy did." But she had such a good time at the hospital that I almost think she wouldn't mind going back! What a trooper.