August had his first injury. It started with a little game of peek-a-boo with his blanket. He was all ready to go to bed early (he had a nasty cold and was miserable all day). It was the happiest he'd been all day. He was running around the couch holding up the blanket over his head... it was super cute. Then, he stepped on the blanket and slipped and fell right into the corner of the end table. Ugh!
Rob and I were both right there. Rob was closer and picked him up. Before either of us saw his face, I said "I hope that wasn't the corner". Sure enough, it was. I saw his face first... it looked horrible! It was like there was a big deep dent right in his head. We grabbed keys and my purse and ran out the door to go to the ER.
August stopped crying by the time we got to the hospital and was acting normal, just tired. He was quite a little trooper. He wasn't too interested in the doctors taking his vitals, but when the doctor wasn't around (which was most of the time), he was pretty happy. Finally, he fell asleep. The stitching woke him up and he cried and cried because he was being restrained. It was pretty terrible. He ended up crying himself out and fell asleep again towards the end of the stitching.
He has been normal since then. It doesn't look nearly as bad as we expected. August doesn't seem at all bothered by it. Sometimes he points to his OTHER eye and says "Owie", but that's about it. We go to get the stitches removed on Wednesday. I'm very much not looking forward to it!
This was taken today - it doesn't look bad! He's been spoiled... the Elmo slippers are a new post-injury treat.
The morning after.
We happened to have the camera (it was in my purse) when we were at the hospital. In the 4 hours we were there, we used it to keep August entertained.
In the hospital room - - August had some sort of numbing ointment on the wound. He sat like that FOREVER while we listened to a crazy drunk injured guy scream from another room. At one point there was also a Fire Drill. Somehow, we didn't have to leave.
