like nothing happened at all!
Now the real reason I was really freaking out is this: We just moved, I didn't change Isaiah's pediatrician, and I don't even know how to get to the hospital! So suffice it to say that I was even more upset when I called my husband's cell phone and couldn't reach him. Ahh.. the trauma of it all. Finally I found his work number and he came home. Thank goodness because he was totally in control of the situation.
I ran out to the drug store for some butterfly bandaids, but I quickly realized this wasn't going to work. So John made all the phone calls to the health insurance and found us a pediatrician that would see us.
mommy's Dr. skills
Isaiah was completely fine the whole time. He was walking around, laughing, playing with the toys at the Dr.'s office (yuck), and talking up a storm with some other people there.
The Dr. told us she could probably just fix it with Dermabond, no stitches needed. The worst part about this situation was that we had to wrap him in a sheet and hold him down. I held his legs, daddy his arms, and the nurse held his head. The poor kid was screaming so loud that the entire office could hear him. Luckily he recovered quickly and is now taking a nap as I am writing this.
with the Dermabond
The challenge is, as the Dr. reminded us many times, is going to be preventing him from hitting his head again. Oh boy, wish me luck with this one. Isaiah is such a physical boy and is always banging his head on something. As long as we have no other head splitting open instances, I think I'll be o.k. Now I think it's time for me to have a nap too. Poor mommy.
Hmm now that I'm writing this, it reminds me of Lera's post about her son!