Last week Sunday night we were just about to sit down to dinner and the kids were playing. Max tripped and fell and his upper lip met the windowsill. The result was a deep cut (through to the other side), some blood, and one very unhappy boy. We decided he needed to be seen right away. Jeff stayed home with Anna so she could eat and go to bed, and Maxwell and I headed to an urgent care clinic operated by Children’s Hospital. The folks at the clinic were fabulous and I would go there again in a heartbeat. The doctor took a look at the cut and said she wasn’t sure if they could close it with glue or if it would need stitches. My heart sank when she asked, “When was the last time he had anything to eat or drink?” because I know there’s only one reason they ask that question, and it involves anesthesia. She said if the glue wasn’t feasible they would have to send us down to Children’s Hospital for sedation and stitches. Thankfully once they got it cleaned out they decided glue should work. Of course Max didn’t love the process, but he was very brave. I sang to him and counted out loud to distract him, which seemed to help. At one point while we were waiting he said to me, “Mama, I love you, but I do NOT love my owie.” Sweet boy.
I’m writing this a week later and the cut is healing nicely. The glue has fallen off now and the wound doesn’t seem to be opening up at all. We’ll see if he has a scar when all is said and done. I’m so glad that we didn’t have to do stitches and that it hasn’t seemed to bother him this week.
Here’s a picture of Max the day after. You can see that it didn’t slow him down at all!
