Well, I have to say today was not the best day. I got a call at work around 11 from Skeeto's preshcool. They said he had bumped his eyebrow on the fence and may need stitches. So I rushed over to pick him up and took him to his pediatrician. When the bandaid came off, it didn't look too bad (much like this pic)....then the doc spread it apart and I got a little woosey. It was pretty deep. He sent me up to Primary Children's where they could sedate my little guy and soucher him up.
So we headed up to PCH.
While waiting in the ER, I got another phone call from Izzypop's teacher. "Izzy tripped and fell into the door. She has a goosegg on her eyebrow..." What is it with eyebrows today!?! "...and hit her nose. She says she has a headache now." Sigh.
Thankfully I was able to get a hold of Brian by this time and send him to pick Iz up on his way to the hospital. Daddy got there just before they stitched him up. I was doing my best to hold it together, but was grateful I could step out into the hall with Izzypop and let the nurse do his job. Izzypop only needed a little icepack and some hugs. By the time it was all over, she was more worried about Skeeto than herself. "I don't like the idea of Skeeto having stitches. What if they get digestion?" (infection) She is a great big sister.
Skeeto ended up with 3 internal and 5 external stiches. The drugs, hospital iPad, toy trucks and Nemo on the TV did their job. By the time we went home he was pretty loopy, but at least happy. I got him home and sang some songs to him before he went to sleep. As he sang with me, even though it had been a horrible day, I had the hardest time keeping a straight face. Think drunken sailor singing Twinkle Twinkle.