Poor little man. He tripped and fell and hit his head on the door at our music class. Normally, he would get right up and keep going without even crying, but we weren’t so lucky this time. The door used to have curtain rods at the top and bottom and the landlord had removed the curtains and the rods, but did not remove the little metal holders that used to hold the rods in place. So when R fell, his head happened to smack the door right where the leftover metal piece was. There was so much blood. And screaming. I think we may have traumatized some of the other kids in the class!! Once the bleeding slowed down I rushed him over to the ER. Where we waited. And waited. And waited. Luckily, Mama is always prepared with her emergency snack/water bag because the kiddos were starving and we waited at the hospital for 5 hours to get him stitched up. The plastic surgeon (nothing but the best for my baby!) was in the OR so we had to wait until he was finished there. Luckily, Dada works nearby so he came and took J home around 2pm and waited there for us until R was finished.
When the doctor finally came in, he was really friendly and apologetic about us having to wait. Now, having gone through this twice already with J, I knew the next part was going to be pretty bad for R (and me too!). The PA came in and put R in the straight jacket and then velcroed him onto the flat-board so that he wouldn’t be able to move. He screamed his brains out. The doctor gave him local numbing medicine and told me I could sing to R to help calm him down. I wasn’t allowed to touch him at all – they wanted to keep the area sterile. So much to my own embarrassment and partly b/c I didn’t know how else to make sure he knew I was there for him, I started singing the song that usually calms him down after bath time when he’s screaming his brains out – “I’ve been working on the railroad all the live long day!” A few verses in, the doctor turned to me and said, “don’t be surprised if he falls asleep.” I was like “yeah, right doc. Do you not hear the screaming?” He was screaming so loudly one of the nurses came in and shut the door “so as not scare the other children.” But sure enough, a few minutes later, R was sound asleep as the doctor did layer upon layer of stitches to his little forehead (the wound was pretty deep).
Saddest.picture.ever.
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