We had just come home from church, the girls finished a quick lunch and headed up to their room to listen to their High School Musical 2 CD. Moments later I heard Natalie's "hurt" cry followed closely by Alyssa screaming, "Mommy, come right now!"
I ran upstairs and found Natalie standing there with blood streaming down her face. I knew in an instant that this was a bad wound and could tell that it came from the footboard of the bed. I don't handle bloody wounds well and while I couldn't bring myself to get a close look, a brief glance was all that was needed to know that medical attention was necessary. Jon was still at church but, thankfully, my Sister-in-law Maureen was here so I grabbed a paper towel from under the bathroom sink, applied pressure and called for her. I frantically began shouting out my needs; a binkie, ice, a blanket, a phone call to Jon. In a matter of minutes, the big kids were pawned off on Camille and Maureen was driving us to the ER. I tried several times to reach Jon and we eventually decided to just drive by the church on the way to the hospital. He was able to cancel his remaining appointments and accompany us to the hospital.
The wound was a deep, gaping wound and the bone visible. Fortunately, we were able to get in quickly and Natalie did amazingly well. She was given a topical anesthetic before they injected the Lidocaine. The topical did a pretty good job numbing the injury and she waited peacefully. The injection was the most difficult part.
Taking pictures of Dad helped pass the time.
When it came time for the stitching, Natalie was more brave than any of us! Dad nearly passed out, went white and clammy, and had to sit. I couldn't watch either so I just held her hands and talked to her while keeping my head turned. I only managed a few brief glances. The doctor was patient with her queasy parents but mumbled, "I may need to get someone in here to help me."
He didn't need help, he had Natty for a patient! She just carefully watched the c-shaped needle go round and round and hardly flinched. The doctor spoke quietly to her as he sewed eight stitches into her forehead.I am really struggling with the reality that my beautiful, brown-eyed baby is going to have a big scar in such a visible location. I am grateful that she is o.k. and I hope it has taught all of the monkeys living in this house that there is a reason mom frequently reminds them not to jump on the bed!