Noah's First "Real" Injury

Poor Noah.

We were having a great afternoon playing! Noah and I were in the process of organizing "his den" as he likes to call it. He was amazed at how many toys we found by simply straightening up. I admit that we're not sticklers for making him pick up after himself. We definitely need to get better about that but I basically spend all day picking up after him and Rob tends to pick up at the end of the night after he goes to sleep. This keeps the main living area fairly clean. Lately, I've just been closing the den doors and letting the mountain of toys pile up. I really should have taken a picture of it because, by the time I decided to tackle it today, I could barely see the floor. Oops. Anyway, not the point of this post :)

We took a break to allow Noelle to nurse and I sat in the dining room like I usually do. Noah was sitting near my chair and got up really suddenly. My poor little baby smacked his forehead on the corner of the glass table. Owwwwww. I swear I felt the pain in my own body (which I know sounds weird but I always get this painful feeling in my gut when he gets hurt or is about to whack into something!). The amount of blood that came gushing out of his forehead was unreal. I went into pure panic mode but was focused on just stopping the bleeding. I grabbed the phone and told Rob to race home from work. Then, I called my mom, who was just sitting down to dinner in a restaurant, and told her to get over to our house quickly. I was able to stop the gushing within a few minutes and he let me put ice on it for a little while. That is, he allowed me to put ice on it after negotiating which icepack he would let me use. Grams got here within a few minutes (thanks for racing home so quickly, Mom!) and made it all better by giving him a fudgesicle (I don't know if that's how it's spelled...).

Somewhere along the line, I called his pediatrician who was already gone for the day. He is wonderful and called me back almost immediately. He told me to take him to Nite Light Pediatriacs, which is a pediatric urgent care fairly close to the house. I was happy to not have to make a trip to the emergency room. We had never been to this place but they were fairly decent. There was no one waiting which made me happy since I took Noelle with us instead of waiting for Rob to get home. I did wish we were already in their system as I had to fill out five full pages of information (thanks, HIPPA!). Totally annoying when you have a cranky two month old and a rambunctious three year old with a head injury. After that fun, the nurse took Noah's vitals. First, he had to tell her that the blood pressure cuff was a sphigmomanometer. This became the talk of the office and was the first thing the doctor asked him about when he walked into the exam room. Daddy came while we were waiting and saved the day by bringing PSP (and a drink...such a good Daddy...I didn't even think to grab one as we were rushing out the door).
The doctor decided that he couldn't stitch it because it was a puncture wound and not a laceration. He did put some Dermabond on it so, hopefully, it will heal a little nicer than nothing at all. It's pretty close to his hairline so, as long as he doesn't have the Johnsen receding hairline, it should be covered by bangs :)

There was no home cooked meal tonight. Nope, it was McDonald's. I'm happy to say that our little trooper is doing great! We just tucked him into bed, after giving him a dose of Motrin. He did say that his head hurt as he was settling down for the night and they told us we may want to give him something. All the boy needs to hear is "Motrin" and his tail starts wagging. I don't know what they put in that stuff but all of my friends with kids say their kiddos love it too. Weird.

Here are a few pictures from after we returned home.

He wasn't feeling bad enough to not play drums with his sister's feet (she is SO tolerant of him!):


And, he was well enough to get into his old walker that Noelle is going to inherit when she grows about two more inches (he knew he could get away with just about anything tonight...including trying to pick Noelle up by her onesie...):



I'm exhausted so I'm going to try to go rest (ha ha...Noelle will wake up within a few minutes of me falling asleep). I'd like to say that I handled the emergency well but I'd be lying. When it's your own baby, it's a different level of panic. I didn't pass out but I was pretty close to tears. Thank God Noah is one tough cookie (and that God gave him a nice, thick skull!). I pray for an uneventful day tomorrow.