Four Stitches
Sunday, December 27th, 2009Julie decided that on the third day of Christmas what she really needed was a trip to the emergency room.
I’d post pictures, but the color drained from my brother’s face and my sister nearly passed out when they saw the blood pooling from the gash on her right eyelid while she screamed loud enough for greater Seattle to come running to save her. She had tripped over April’s bike/scooter and stumbled directly into the corner of the baseboard in the kitchen. James and I were upstairs while my family was down there with her, and we both went sprinting the second we heard the bang, followed by the obligatory thirty seconds of gasping before the sobs rang loud and clear. Poor little sweetie.
My parents were holding her over the sink applying pressure to the gash and clearing the table to lay her down when we got there. And that’s when emergency mama bear mode hit me full force. There was no time for emotion, just time for action. I could do nothing but focus on getting my darling the care she needed as quick as possible.
One glance said she definitely needed stitches, so I barked an order at James to find an emergency room or urgent care while the rest of us tried to get the geyser on Julie’s brow to stop gushing.
We took her to the emergency room at the fabulous children’s hospital downtown and have never been so impressed with healthcare as we were from that experience. Four hours and four stitches later, our little girl is no longer terrified of doctors and nurses. She was so calm and comforted by the incredible staff that she didn’t even come close to needing a sedative while they sewed her up.
I was so proud of my little stinky as she sang “Stomp” by Boomkat to distract herself from the needles tugging at her eyelid. Even if that really isn’t a kid song by any stretch of the imagination.
Gotta love big, progressive-city healthcare. We are so blessed to live in such a wonderful place. Crap, I didn’t even get a dirty glance from a single member of the staff when I told them my daughter hasn’t had [insert specific names here] vaccinations.
Now James and I are utterly exhausted, but I’m currently baking a chocolate raspberry dessert for everyone.
I’m not going dancing tonight. I’m going to stay in and crash.
*yawn*
Current Mood:
Alarmed