Caution: Keep Sharp Objects Away From Children
February 18 2009 02:25 PM
After lunch last Thursday, I went upstairs to lay Michael down for a nap and to change out of my nice clothes that I wore to work. I left Collin & Annie downstairs watching a movie. A little bit later, I hear Collin crying, and honestly I didn’t think anything of it. He and Annie have been fighting and arguing a little more than usual lately, and I thought maybe Annie had bonked him on the head or something. Collin came upstairs, still quite upset, and I told him to calm down because Mikey was trying to sleep. I asked him what had happened. He cried, “Annie cut me!” That was when I started to get concerned. As I looked at his right hand, he told me that Annie was cutting strawberries when he’d gotten cut, and sure enough, there was a deep, angry gash between his thumb and forefinger. It was bleeding pretty good, and I knew immediately that he was going to be getting stitches. I grabbed a washcloth from our bathroom and held it tightly to his hand and instructed him to hold it tight, and don’t let go. I ran to my friends house who lives behind me to see if she by chance could sit with Mikey and Annie while I ran Collin to the doctors. She wasn’t home. So, I ran back upstairs, grabbed shoes for everyone, woke up Michael and got us all ready to go. I had been trying to call Matt several times, but he wasn’t answering. I was having a difficult time deciding whether I should take Collin to the Insta-Care in Springville, or to his pediatrician in American Fork. The difference in co-pays was going to be about $50 and by the time we all got in the car, the bleeding had slowed down quite a bit. So, Matt and I decided that we’d take him to American Fork, and Matt would meet up with us in Lindon. I called the pediatrician’s office to let them know that we were on the way. It was quite the experience and quite literally took the entire afternoon. From the time Collin got cut, to the time we got back home, it took four hours. Although we did stop at Marley’s afterward to get some rootbeer float custard, because Collin is the bravest kid that I know! At the doctor’s office, they put some cold gel on his hand to numb it before shooting lidocaine in his hand, and that must have worked really well, because he didn’t cry once. He wouldn’t look at his hand when they were injecting the lidocaine, but wouldn’t stop looking at it when he was stitching it up. He flinched once, but that was all. Anyway, long story I know. His hand is healing well, and I will probably be taking his stitches out tomorrow or Friday.
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