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First Stitches

January 10, 2017
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Guys, I wasn’t ready for this.

A couple of weeks ago while JJ was having his dinner he decided to swing his head back and bang it on the table. (This was obviously an accident, he was playing and didn’t know his head would smack the table.) The result was a shockingly loud thud and blood curdling scream that followed. I was nursing Levi (who incidentally was 2 weeks old that same day) when it happened. I can’t even remember how but within seconds I had popped Levi off the boob and was scooping my sweet little (big) boy out of his high chair with blood running down his face. We rocked and sang and kissed and cuddled for a minute or two then he stopped crying. I think I was more shaken than him.

He got his milk and a special treat of cartoons while mommy cuddled him and frantically called and texted pictures to his pediatrician. My dad cleaned the cut, while my mom and I snuggled JJ. Within minutes it was obvious that we needed to get him stitches. A few minutes later we were set with a great Doctor and bag packed full of milk, lovies and treats for the trip.

We put JJ in in PJs, and left the house in the dark (a rare occurrence for him, so very exciting). He sang and talked and laughed the whole way to the doctor. Which was definitely the kindest thing he could have done for my aching heart.

Daddy (Scott) met us there and JJ was thrilled to see him. He was pretty into this adventure so far.

Then the Doc came into the room and my sweet little boy knew something was coming. When we moved to the operating room he decided for sure that this adventure was over and he told us without a doubt that he was “all done” and wanted to “go home now”.

What I learned last night is that you have to restrain a 22 month old when they’re getting stitches. Makes sense. Something I deeply wish I didn’t know.

Daddy and grandpa each held a hand, and mommy (huddled behind daddy, quietly crying into his back) held JJ’s feet. I will spare you the next 15 minutes, as I wish I had been spared of it.

But what happened 12 stitches later is worth sharing. The minute the eye cover came off (the cut is on his eyebrow so his eyes had to be covered during the procedure). I picked him up for a cuddle and the tears stopped instantly. He looked up at the Doctor, said thank you and asked for a lollipop! I finally exhaled and maybe even laughed.

Not another tear was shed and JJ was very excited to show me all the “tree lights” (Christmas lights) on the drive home.

What did I learn from all this? That boys will be boys, and this probably isn’t my last trip for stitches. That the tears end quickly and I’m more shaken than him. That daddy is a rock star in these situations and I’m lucky to have a partner who keeps his cool and can calm our kiddo and make him laugh at just the right times.

 

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10 Comments

  • Reply Julia January 10, 2017 at 7:31 am

    Omg I’m so glad that he is okay and that he did this so well. I know how you felt to see you’re baby getting stitches.

  • Reply Cassandra January 10, 2017 at 7:37 am

    Oh I’ve been there and it is awful. Kids are resilient though, thank goodness.

  • Reply Emma January 10, 2017 at 8:24 am

    As a mum of a 14 year old boy who loves doing the most terrifying stunts on not only his scooter but also his bike I can only tell you that this incident is only the beginning. I’ve dealt with not only bumps and bruises but also fractures and stitches and the list goes on. The one thing I learnt from all this is while your terrified and panicking like a crazy woman is that they take it all on their stride and continue like nothing has ever happened but as they all tell me “take a deep breath and calm down” because at the end of the day boys will be boys. Sending hugs to you all and hoping for a speedy recovery.

  • Lara
    Reply Lara January 10, 2017 at 1:53 pm

    He looked at the doctor and said thank you… You are raising an amazing little man. I’m so sorry for the scary experience but so glad of the support you had and the outcome. Xo

  • Reply Yoony in vancouver January 10, 2017 at 6:17 pm

    My husband is the same- and I too am thankful that someone is the stronger one and able to be the rock for my children when someone gets a booboo and cheer them up. My little Dean is 3 and he’s already had a broken leg (full leg cast), stitches, and today he got a wicked scrape on his cheek from slipping on icy concrete stairs. The fun is just beginning it seems! 😉

  • Reply Megan Starsiak January 11, 2017 at 11:29 am

    Such an Amazing and Adorable story (after the fact) !!

  • Reply DeKidNurse January 13, 2017 at 7:23 am

    You held it together until you could fall apart, your husband took over when you needed him, grandpa was great, the doc was awesome, and your son said Thank You. Perfect. Welcome to the Mom-of-Boys Club. Your family will be great at this. Promise. Love, a Pediatric Nurse.

  • Reply Holly Almond January 13, 2017 at 7:34 am

    This makes my heart ache. I was given the option to hold my daughter down or let them use sand bags (?!) while she got a test for her kidneys. It felt so wrong. My hubs and I had tears streaming down our faces as we held her arms and upper body. We comforted her and each other. She was absolutely fine when we were done but I still felt so bad. The next time they had to do it a lovely nurse said to let them do the hard part and “be the bad guys” and let us be the comfort when they were done which I gladly let them do. Oh that helpless feeling, that amazement in their resilience and that deep deep love–so many feeling in one brief moment. Glad to hear your sweet boy is better.

  • Reply Aasia January 13, 2017 at 12:25 pm

    More tramatizing for parents. ..so heartbreaking to see you baby hurt,sad or scared:( I am glad he was OK.

  • Reply Sienna January 15, 2017 at 2:23 pm

    Granted, “boys will be boys” is a common cliche but trust me, it’s not just boys! As the mom of 3 very active, bright, independent and athletic little girls, I can assure you that I have had more than my fair share of bumps, bruises, scrapes, cuts and emergency visits to the dr! And it has always been so much harder on me than them! 🙂

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