Today was a rough, rough day. It started out great - I spent last night with my friend Kelly in Maryland, as I was in Baltimore til late yesterday and had to be at NIH this morning for work. I had a great night with her and her family, and got to NIH with plenty of time to spare. I met my boss there so the two of us could do a training session, and it turned out that the install two weeks ago was not completed so we couldn't get the training done - neither of us were very happy. But, I had a couple of sales appointments at NIH later in the afternoon so I stuck around. About 20 minutes after my boss left, I got a call from Evan that he was taking care of it, taking him to the hospital, he'd called the pediatrician...I interrupted asking "What?!" Turns out that Henry slipped while rounding the corner at daycare today and managed to plant face-first into the corner of the wall/hallway, and did this to his beautiful face
He really did himself a doozie, didn't he?! Just looking at that gash makes me want to cry. Luckily it stopped bleeding pretty quickly, and Henry didn't even seem that bothered by it, but looking at this I think it's fairly apparent that he needed to get it professionally looked at!
Evan called me while on the way, and said he'd keep me updated on what the ER docs said. I was completely torn over staying at NIH and coming back; we decided I'd stay until we knew for sure what was going on. I was mostly concerned about him being disoriented or possibly having a concussion, but you can see that he fairly quickly bounced back to his normal self. Here he is in the waiting room.
And enjoying some goldfish while waiting on his bed.
Evan took such good care of him - I'm still so upset that I wasn't there to help, but I know there really wasn't much I could do, and being an hour away I would have missed everything by the time I got there anyway.
The docs quickly ruled out a concussion (thank goodness), but confirmed that he needed stitches. I was hoping for steri-strips, but that's a pretty deep gash. So the next step was a lidocaine wrap to help numb it up - that took an hour.
And then the actual stitches - 9 of them total. I'm torn on missing that part - I would have loved to have been there for Henry, but I'm also fine with missing seeing that. He was a trooper, according to Evan, and the pediatric department sent a helper to distract him throughout, which is awesome. Here he is after stitches and awesome super hero band aid!
When I got home not too long after, he was doing great - out on his bike with Evan and Natalie. He's been so wonderful all evening. I wanted to give him some good mommy time (and I needed some cuddle time with him too!), so while Evan took Natalie to dance class Henry and I went out for some FroYo and a quick trip to Target. I wanted to get some Mederma for kids to try to minimize the scarring, and Henry had received $10 for his birthday from my aunt, so I thought we'd go get him a toy. He was such a great kid all evening! Chocolate FroYo really does perk you up.
So, that's our boy with his "war wound". A scary day, but it's over now and everyone is sleeping soundly. Here's hoping this won't happen again for a very long, long time...or hopefully never!
He really did himself a doozie, didn't he?! Just looking at that gash makes me want to cry. Luckily it stopped bleeding pretty quickly, and Henry didn't even seem that bothered by it, but looking at this I think it's fairly apparent that he needed to get it professionally looked at!
Evan called me while on the way, and said he'd keep me updated on what the ER docs said. I was completely torn over staying at NIH and coming back; we decided I'd stay until we knew for sure what was going on. I was mostly concerned about him being disoriented or possibly having a concussion, but you can see that he fairly quickly bounced back to his normal self. Here he is in the waiting room.
And enjoying some goldfish while waiting on his bed.
Evan took such good care of him - I'm still so upset that I wasn't there to help, but I know there really wasn't much I could do, and being an hour away I would have missed everything by the time I got there anyway.
The docs quickly ruled out a concussion (thank goodness), but confirmed that he needed stitches. I was hoping for steri-strips, but that's a pretty deep gash. So the next step was a lidocaine wrap to help numb it up - that took an hour.
And then the actual stitches - 9 of them total. I'm torn on missing that part - I would have loved to have been there for Henry, but I'm also fine with missing seeing that. He was a trooper, according to Evan, and the pediatric department sent a helper to distract him throughout, which is awesome. Here he is after stitches and awesome super hero band aid!
When I got home not too long after, he was doing great - out on his bike with Evan and Natalie. He's been so wonderful all evening. I wanted to give him some good mommy time (and I needed some cuddle time with him too!), so while Evan took Natalie to dance class Henry and I went out for some FroYo and a quick trip to Target. I wanted to get some Mederma for kids to try to minimize the scarring, and Henry had received $10 for his birthday from my aunt, so I thought we'd go get him a toy. He was such a great kid all evening! Chocolate FroYo really does perk you up.
So, that's our boy with his "war wound". A scary day, but it's over now and everyone is sleeping soundly. Here's hoping this won't happen again for a very long, long time...or hopefully never!


