Quentin's first stitches
I've been meaning to do a sum-up post for a while now. Mostly it's lost of diss work, with occasional breaks for revising articles or whatnot. And enjoying the summer with the fam, when I get a spare moment. Oh, and the fact that Q got his final tube removed, and that his ears are working beautifully, thank goodness. Or that I went back to Buffalo for my 20-year high school reunion and actually had a good time. Or other things.
But what really got me back to the update form is that Quentin ended up in the ER this morning.
For those of you who have read
kass's story about Zaphod's stitches, there will be some remarkable parallels. Differences include: morning, not evening; chin, not cheek; no witnesses. Here's how it went down:
Most mornings, Jay gets up first. Then he gets Q, who usually wakes but plays in his room until Jay comes to get him. This morning, Jay was in the office and heard a scream come from Q's room--a scream unlike his "Batman fell behind the bed and I can't reach him!" scream. Though, as the story came out, that was the impetus behind the fall. We think.
When Jay rushed to his room, Q's face was already covered in blood. It looked like he had slipped between his bed and the wall and gashed the underside of his chin on the windowsill. He brought him to our room, which woke me right up, and as we began to clean up the blood, it became clear that the gash gaped open just like Zaphod's had done. So I started dressing to take him to the ER.
We slapped two bandaids on, which did a pretty good job until we were all the way in his ER room. The triage nurse was great, as well as the rest of the staff. But we were there a good hour and a half before they actually began to stitch him up.
I didn't have a
kass with me to hold him down, but we did okay. It was remarkably similar to Zaphod's procedure. Local first, which he didn't want, but ended up tolerating okay--and then a sheet swaddle to restrain him, and two nurses plus me. I ended up trading places with one of the nurses so I could hold his body down and she could hold his head better than the nurse who had started with his head. He was thrashing and screaming madly, yelling, "Let me out of here! This is not good!" He actually settled a little when it was my body on his instead of the nurse's. But it was still Not Fun.
He ended up with five stitches, and finally accepted a popsicle from the nurses as we waited for the paperwork (after rejecting stickers and a homemade teddy bear that looked like volunteer work). Then we came home, and I'm letting him watch Lego Batman: the Movie as many times as he wants today. He may beat his record of 4 times in one day.
That Batman has become the obsession over penguins (though they are still clearly his favorite animal) deserves a post of its own. Eventually.
Pictures under cut, for anyone who wants to avoid toddler-blood.
While waiting in the ER.
Bandaids off.
Five stitches and one popsicle later.
Also posted at http://kouredios.dreamwidth.org/250683.html ; feel free to comment there if you so choose: add comment/
comments.
But what really got me back to the update form is that Quentin ended up in the ER this morning.
For those of you who have read
kass's story about Zaphod's stitches, there will be some remarkable parallels. Differences include: morning, not evening; chin, not cheek; no witnesses. Here's how it went down:
Most mornings, Jay gets up first. Then he gets Q, who usually wakes but plays in his room until Jay comes to get him. This morning, Jay was in the office and heard a scream come from Q's room--a scream unlike his "Batman fell behind the bed and I can't reach him!" scream. Though, as the story came out, that was the impetus behind the fall. We think.
When Jay rushed to his room, Q's face was already covered in blood. It looked like he had slipped between his bed and the wall and gashed the underside of his chin on the windowsill. He brought him to our room, which woke me right up, and as we began to clean up the blood, it became clear that the gash gaped open just like Zaphod's had done. So I started dressing to take him to the ER.
We slapped two bandaids on, which did a pretty good job until we were all the way in his ER room. The triage nurse was great, as well as the rest of the staff. But we were there a good hour and a half before they actually began to stitch him up.
I didn't have a
kass with me to hold him down, but we did okay. It was remarkably similar to Zaphod's procedure. Local first, which he didn't want, but ended up tolerating okay--and then a sheet swaddle to restrain him, and two nurses plus me. I ended up trading places with one of the nurses so I could hold his body down and she could hold his head better than the nurse who had started with his head. He was thrashing and screaming madly, yelling, "Let me out of here! This is not good!" He actually settled a little when it was my body on his instead of the nurse's. But it was still Not Fun.
He ended up with five stitches, and finally accepted a popsicle from the nurses as we waited for the paperwork (after rejecting stickers and a homemade teddy bear that looked like volunteer work). Then we came home, and I'm letting him watch Lego Batman: the Movie as many times as he wants today. He may beat his record of 4 times in one day.
That Batman has become the obsession over penguins (though they are still clearly his favorite animal) deserves a post of its own. Eventually.
Pictures under cut, for anyone who wants to avoid toddler-blood.
While waiting in the ER.
Bandaids off.
Five stitches and one popsicle later.
Also posted at http://kouredios.dreamwidth.org/250683.html ; feel free to comment there if you so choose: add comment/
comments.