WARNING: Graphic images below (Seriously- it's gross).
So I got "the call" again on Wednesday. I get it at least once a year for Josiah and every other year for Kate. It goes something like this: "Hello. This is the school. We got the bleeding stopped but we think you need to come and see this." Really? He doesn't even have recess anymore. Ah, but he does have P.E. and they play hockey. I really should not have been surprised. They were just were warming up and he got hit in the head WITH A HOCKEY STICK (not even close to the goal OR THE PUCK!). Freak accident. In his own words (spoken pretty sarcastically) "It was pretty heroic". Actually he was pretty heroic because he tried not to get any blood on the ice. Which was his friends first question to him "Did you get any blood on the ice?". Well, second question actually. The first question was "What happened?". He was headed to the bathroom to clean himself up when the skate guards "tackled him". He said they pretty much picked him up, carried him to a bench and layed him down. Then (Josiah's words) "had at it with band aids, scissors and not sure what else they used". Head wounds bleed a lot. Josiah said he was covered with blood. He said it took a while to clean up. He still looked pretty messy when I saw him. When I got there, he had a rather large band aid across his head. They told me he needed stitches. I asked if I could look at it first. Our Pediatrician was able to stitch him back together. It was a first for us. Our Doctor asked how he had made it this long without getting stitches. Josiah answered "Streri-strips and Butterfly bandages". In fact, on the way to the doctors office Josiah asked if Uncle William was around to day. Will has patched him up before and has done a very good job (minimal scarring). All in all, it was quite the day- 5 stitches. At least I got to spend some quality time with Josiah while we waited for his head to go numb!
It doesn't look too bad but it was pretty deep. I used my phone so you can't see the gruesome details. I forgot my camera. What kind of mom am I? I guess I just heard "head wound" and didn't think about the camera. I did call the pediatricians office and my sister, Vicki, on my way out the door though.
So I got "the call" again on Wednesday. I get it at least once a year for Josiah and every other year for Kate. It goes something like this: "Hello. This is the school. We got the bleeding stopped but we think you need to come and see this." Really? He doesn't even have recess anymore. Ah, but he does have P.E. and they play hockey. I really should not have been surprised. They were just were warming up and he got hit in the head WITH A HOCKEY STICK (not even close to the goal OR THE PUCK!). Freak accident. In his own words (spoken pretty sarcastically) "It was pretty heroic". Actually he was pretty heroic because he tried not to get any blood on the ice. Which was his friends first question to him "Did you get any blood on the ice?". Well, second question actually. The first question was "What happened?". He was headed to the bathroom to clean himself up when the skate guards "tackled him". He said they pretty much picked him up, carried him to a bench and layed him down. Then (Josiah's words) "had at it with band aids, scissors and not sure what else they used". Head wounds bleed a lot. Josiah said he was covered with blood. He said it took a while to clean up. He still looked pretty messy when I saw him. When I got there, he had a rather large band aid across his head. They told me he needed stitches. I asked if I could look at it first. Our Pediatrician was able to stitch him back together. It was a first for us. Our Doctor asked how he had made it this long without getting stitches. Josiah answered "Streri-strips and Butterfly bandages". In fact, on the way to the doctors office Josiah asked if Uncle William was around to day. Will has patched him up before and has done a very good job (minimal scarring). All in all, it was quite the day- 5 stitches. At least I got to spend some quality time with Josiah while we waited for his head to go numb!
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Sweet Yo! I was about your age Josiah, when I too, got stitches for the first time. You've probably heard about it--mine was also so heroic! Wes was all of 6 and threw a softball (we were playing catch) UNDERHAND--and I missed--it hit me just above the eye. I had a black eye for my very first day of school! Let's just say, I should have taken a hint--I'm not so great with hand-eye--ball coordination. I should really stick to skiing :).
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