Tuesday at noon I got a call from the elementary school. James had gotten hurt at recess and I needed to pick him up "right now" because he needed stitches. I turned off the stove, grabbed my keys and wallet and walked out the door.
When I got to the nurse's office, the secretary was making him an ice pack. His clothes, hands, and neck were all covered in blood but it had stopped bleeding by then. James explained he jumped out of a swing but then the swing hit him in the head. He had a cut on his ear and on his head behind his ear. I could see the one on his ear but didn't dare peek behind at the second wound. We left with the ice pack wrapped in paper towels and an extra roll.
I drove straight to the closest urgent care and went in first to see if they could see him asap. They said yes so I went back to the car and brought James in. We didn't even have to sit down. The receptionist announced a code yellow and we were guided by to a procedure room. A medical assistant got us settled and the NP gave him an initial once over but said we would have to wait for the doctor. Longest ten minutes of James's life so far. The NP gave him a couple of suckers and a Capri Sun so it wasn't all bad. Poor James was so scared and hurt and just wanted to go home. I sat by him and tried to keep his spirits up.
Once the doctor came in, they laid him down and tried to get the hair out of the wound on his head. James was really crying at this point. Once they could get to wound clearly the doctor gave him shots of lidocaine and that hurt too! Poor kid. Then the stitching began. James winced with every single stitch and cried out in pain. I asked for the doctor to give him more lidocaine and he did but James didn't flinch or feel the lidocaine needle. So it's still unclear to me if he was feeling pain or just really hated whatever he could feel with the stitches. It took about 20 minutes for him to do the 12 stitches (3 on his head, 9 on his ear) and by the end I was holding James's head in both of my hands to keep him still. My heart was just breaking.
Then the assistant cleaned him up as best she could, put on bandaids, and we headed home.
While he was in the bathtub I put everything he was wearing into the washer and about lost it. So much blood.
Here are some photos of the progression of healing. We had to take photos to show him what it looked like. He gets the stitches out in a week.
Changing the bandages that night. It's hard to see but he has a big goose egg too.
Wednesday