I can cross ‘first serious playground injury’ off the baby book.
We went to a rather innocent looking park this week and, as I was looking down at my book, I heard The Cry. The one that any mom knows – the one that means ‘I am honestly really hurt.’ I run over to see my little guy sitting at the base of a small (maybe 3 foot) climbing wall holding his head. I initially calmed down, as I didn’t see any broken bones or blood. I picked him up and put my hand on the back of his head to help him calm down. As I pulled away my hand I saw the blood. The blood covering my hand, blood coming from the back of his head. He saw my bloody hand and his cries became even more frantic and he started thrashing around, causing more blood to drip down the back of his head.
I had nothing with me except my phone, keys and book, so I took of his shirt to try to stop the blood. He was still frantic and didn’t want me touching his head. It was awful.
He finally calmed down a bit and we walked to the car, as I wanted to get him away from the playground. An angel mom came over with a clean dish towel she keeps in her car for emergencies (why, oh why hadn’t I thought of that?) and gave me some ice from her water cup. Another mom came over, announced she was a nurse and tried her best to check out his head. Unfortunately, upon hearing the word ‘nurse,’ my little guy immediately conjured up his doctor visit from 2 weeks ago where the nurse gave him 4 shots. Ugh.
He started screaming ‘no, not a nurse, don’t give me any shots.’ Despite her best efforts, he wouldn’t let her near his head. She recommended we get to urgent care, so off we went. I almost ran off the road trying to watch him in the backseat and check that he wasn’t falling asleep, fearing a concussion.
Urgent Care got us in quickly and I got to further raise both of our blood pressures as I restrained him with all my might (that kid is strong!) as the nurse cleaned the wound and then the doctor stapled the wound together. It was awful.
After getting to choose his bandage color (red – his favorite) and picking a toy from the treasure box, he was fine and even a bit proud of his ‘ouch.’ I was queasy from the whole experience.
He’s healed nicely and proudly shows anyone he can find his staples in his head, recounting the story and telling of all the ‘bwood.’
I put a clean towel and bottle of water in my trunk that night. While drinking a glass of wine.
Motherhood is never dull.
That night I happened to glance at the lid of the tea I was drinking at the park. I almost spit up my wine while laughing: