Thursday, December 9, 2010

Stitches for Isaac

















We had some excitement over here two days ago, and I think Sareny's artistic rendering really captures the moment quite well. The kids were playing, and Isaac fell and hit his head on our stone fireplace wall. (I could mention here that I never wanted a fireplace in the first place, but that would be a bit hypocritical, as I have since come to really enjoy having it...) I was upstairs and started coming down when I heard him crying, but I started running when Sareny yelled that he was bleeding all over...you know how head wounds are.
I rushed him off to the urgent care down the hill, only to find that the building had been foreclosed on them. What a sign of the times. Took him to Goodnight Pediatrics, and after waiting there for over an hour, were finally seen by a Dr. who looked at his head, then told us we needed to go to the emergency room, because she didn't do stitches. I thought stitches was part of basic Dr. training, go figure.
So we headed off to the local hospital, where we waited for about 4 hours before they finally came in to put some stitches in his head.  When the Dr. finally came in, Isaac told him "You are slow as a slow-poke!" I was secretly glad.
The Dr., whom I can only assume got his medical degree at the backwater school of the Institute of Poor Bedside Manners, asked me loudly right in front of Isaac, "How is he with shots?" Really?? He's four, he's not stupid, and, gasp, he can actually understand what you are saying! Big surprise when Isaac started crying and saying he didn't want shots. I was so mad! But somehow, we got through the night and Isaac was pretty good, even when he was getting three shots in his head. 
The final part of the story was so absurd, I almost couldn't believe it happened. First, I have to mention that my dad likes to play around with the kids and asks them, "Who wants blisters?" Blisters being spankings, like if you were going to blister someone's bottom. It's all in fun, and the kids secretly love it and run around squealing and both getting and giving blisters.
So here we are in the hospital, about to leave. A nurse came in, gave us our discharge instructions, and we all stand up to leave. Isaac tells the nurse, whom he has known all of two minutes "I'm going to give you blisters," and he raises up his arm. I lunged and grabbed him and said "No Isaac!" The nurse was like, "What did he say?" I think that was a perfect time to play stupid and pretend I didn't understand him either, but instead, my tired and sluggish brain didn't think of that, and I tried to explain as best as I could. I was so embarrassed! Anyway, here is Isaac today, all smiles now.

9 comments:

bethany said...

Kids always say the most awkward things...

Glad he was able to get the stitches-but how ridiculous that you had to run all over town and wait so long!

Sam said...

Wow, a little excitement! Glad he is better. Sam

Kandice and Rob said...

Hours and hours and hours with a bleeding little boy!! How awful :( I bet you were ready to give some people an earful. Glad to see him all smiley the next day! Poor little guy (and mama).

Tanya said...

I am sorry to say, but I actually had to giggle during your sad tale. Poor Isaac and what stupid stupid doctors! The blisters story is the best! BTW, I need your new address so I can send you a Christmas card!

cassidy said...

Oh my word! Mom told me you spent the day getting Isaac stitches, but I thought it was just a figure of speech; I didn't know you really spent ALL day getting stitches! Poor Isaac...was he in pain that whole time?

I can't believe he told that lady he was going to give her blisters! I laugh every time I think about it!

Jolynn said...

Is that last picture really Isaac, or is it Ralphie??? Seriously, Dad and I laughed our heads off at how much he looks like Ralphie! And I still giggle at the blisters incident. I'm sure that nurse went straight to the phone and called child protective services to report a little boy getting blisters from his Grandpa. I, too am glad he told the Dr. he was a slow poke, and if he had been going to give the other, stupid Dr. the blisters instead of the nurse, I would have let him! What a day for you! But I'm glad our little Isaac is okay now.

lexi said...

poor igits. i keep laughing to myself about the blisters though. and i am at work so its a little awkward haha. how awful you had to wait so long. i am glad he told the doc he was a slow poke too. he sure is a cutie even with stitches in his head.

debra g said...

Poor little guy! A few years ago Hannah had a gash so we went to Good Night Pediatrics, they were able to glue it shut, so she avoided getting stitches. Didn't know they didn't do stitches or we wouldn't have gone there.

When Hallie was 2 and a half she broke her arm while jumping on the trampoline with Curtis. When asked how it happened she would reply "My daddy broke my arm". That little squirt!

Glad Isaac is okay! And he does look like Ralphie! :)

cassidy said...

He DOES look like Ralphie! All he needs are some big round glasses and a bb gun...