I woke up this morning planning to write about a trip to the dentist. When I was about done, I looked at it and I was all “that’s not particularly exciting, I should probably trash it. I bet nobody’s going to want to read that.”
While I was still mulling over whether or not I wanted to go ahead with it, Tru fell while chasing Kirsten around the house and knocked the back of his head against the door so we ended up in the emergency room instead. And now I’m writing about a visit to the hospital. Funny how life turns out sometimes – and I don’t mean ha-ha kind of funny but “hey, that’s weirdly coincidental I SHOULD NEVER SAY MY LIFE IS BORING EVER AGAIN.”
What’s that they always say about being careful what you ask for in case it turns out to be your child splitting his head open and bleeding all over your living room floor?
Speaking of coincidental, remember the time I smashed my head at Ikea and bled so profusely I had to get it stitched up? Well, I do. Rather vividly, I might add so this was a bit like deja vu. Wait, does deja vu count when it’s happening to someone else? This is all so confusing and I’m a little exhausted from the entire night’s drama. Anyhow, I’m now like an expert on head wounds so I knew I had to bring him in for stitches.
I suppose the one good thing that comes from bleeding from your head is that it counts as a real emergency so we didn’t have to wait very long at the emergency room. The doctor assessed the wound, cleaned it up and applied some anesthetic cream on it. At one point, he showed us how deep the gash was was and when he pulled apart the skin, I could almost see part of his brain. This is not one of those things they prepare you for when you have a child. “Oh btw, one day, you’re going to see the inside of his head, no big deal.”
There were 2 ways to do the stitching. If Tru could keep still during the procedure, we could be done in 15 minutes. If not, they would have to sedate him and it would be a very long night.
We went for the *awake* version first. Once the anesthesia kicked in, Tru had to be straightjacketed like a wormlet and pinned down to the table. It was all quite surreal. I have to admit that I was a lot more anxious than he was because HELLO, STICHES. SHARP NEEDLE. IN MY POOR BABY’S HEAD. THE PERFECT BABY HEAD I GAVE BIRTH TO. Tru just lay there calmly while the needle darted in and out of his flesh.
When the doctor was done, he said Tru was the coolest kid he’s ever stitched. So either he’s very new at this or my boy is some kind of awesome. Although I’m pretty sure it’s the second one, mostly because there were 2 interns watching the whole time and I learnt from Grey’s Anatomy that you don’t get your own minions unless you’re pretty good.
And this is where I get to be all emo because I just watched my baby take 5 stitches in the head. I think I’m going to need some ice-cream.