With all the blood we couldn't tell how big or deep the gash was. I had our neighbor, Michelle, come over for a second opinion. I then called another neighbor, Dave, who happens to be a PA in the ER at the local Clovis Hospital. He was working and wasn't home. Michelle in turn calls yet another neighbor who happens to be a nurse in the ER at the Fresno Hospital. Janet came right over and declared that he did indeed need staples. My heart sunk.
We called Dave at work in the ER at Clovis Community. He said that they were really backed up but he would be willing to meet us in the parking lot to put in some staples without numbing ointment. My tears started falling at this point. However, this would make for a great story, I wanted other options.
The next suggestion was to glue it. Janet ran home to see if she had any derma-bond but didn't have any on hand.
Clovis ER was backed up so we headed to St. Agnes in Fresno. There, we waited a short while before being seen. Once into the Intake Room, we waited some more. While we waited Carson played patiently.
Side note... Earlier in the day, Carson got his finger caught in a step stool that caused some serious bleeding to his finger.
Back at the hospital while Carson was playing, we started to notice blood. Blood everywhere. All over the white sheet on the bed, on the floor, on Steve. Thinking his head was gushing again, we were wrong. It was his finger, of all things. We were seriously a disaster hoping that the hospital wasn't going to call CPS!!
Not long after we stopped the bleeding from his finger, his head DID start to bleed again as well, with blood pouring off of his forehead. What a MESS!!!
Carson remained calm and unaffected by the blood. The nurse came to apply numbing ointment to the wound and a tech came to clean his head of all the blood. Carson was then given TWO staples in the top of his head. He cried for a brief second and was fine.
Carson is two and this was his second trip to the emergency room. I have a feeling that it won't be the last!
2 comments:
poor little dude. poor mommy and daddy!
Are you sure it isn't Friday the 13th? Oh well, those things have to be expected. I remember Michelle having to have stitches in her head, trying to climb up the apartment sign to get onto the upstairs balcony like the big girls were doing.
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