Ryan's First ER Visit

Well....we knew the day would eventually come. From the moment we found out we were having a boy, we were told over and over again...

"prepare yourself for ER trips"!

I guess some would say we've been lucky these past 4.5 years. Sure there's been goose eggs and bruises but nothing that required emergency medical attention. Yep, we were the lucky ones alright!

Until...Friday, April 23, 2010.

I can still see the accident run through my brain like a movie in slow motion.

We had just gotten Kara out of the tub and I was drying her off on her changing table. Ryan still had a bit of energy in him and was acting silly while he sang songs to us. I believe I even told him at one point to calm down and stop running around.

He just giggled and started to sing louder.

As I placed a diaper under Kara I saw Ryan in the corner of my eye throw his head back. In a split second, he quickly whipped it forward hitting the corner of Kara's dresser. Hard.

Ryan screamed. I screamed. Kara got scared and started to cry. Hearing the commotion, Chris came running into the room. I just kept screaming, "he hit his head, he hit his head!" Chris immediately scooped Ryan up and took him into the bathroom to check the injury.

This is the part of the story where I say, I am so thankful for my husband and his ability to stay calm. I, on the other hand, panic and can not stand the sight of blood! Chris was able to get the bleeding under control and assessed the deepness of the cut. He proceeded to tell me that he didn't think it was deep enough for stitches. I took one look at he cut (and felt woozy) and told my husband that he WAS taking Ryan to the ER. I didn't think neosporin and a Scooby-Doo band aid were going to cut it. {no pun intended!}

So after a good 15 minute debate, Chris finally agreed to have the cut looked at by a doctor. I am sure all he kept thinking was....Friday Night+ER waiting room= LONG wait! We explained to Ryan that Daddy was going to take him to see a doctor at the ER. He was a bit confused because he thought he was going to see his pediatrician. Ryan has a wonderful appreciation for doctors so we knew he wouldn't be scared. As I put his coat on and made sure he had his Leapster game in hand, I kissed his cheek and told him to be a brave boy. He smiled and said, "it's ok mom. you stay here with Kara. I see you after my head gets fixed, ok?" I laughed and said, "ok buddy. have fun!" I knew he would be fine.

They left around 8:45pm and at 9:45, I got a text from Chris saying he was in a room. Fifteen minutes later, I got another text saying, "good news! they are going to glue it." I didn't know if I should take Chris seriously or not. I had no clue you could glue a cut closed?!! Finally at 10:20pm, I got a text saying, "all done and coming home!" ...along with this picture.

My brave little man.

When the boys arrived home after the quickest ER visit I've ever seen, Ryan was very excited to show me his glued together forehead. Of course I had to document his first injury with pictures!

Do you seeeeee my boo-boo?

Now can you seeeee it?

It really hurts!

Ryan thought his hospital bracelet was neat but couldn't wait to cut the scratchy thing off.

Seeeeee, my hair covers it up!

As much as I hate to admit it, I know there will most likely be plenty more ER visits in our future (especially with Crazy Kara!). We can only pray that all future injuries will be minor like Ryan's first one....and keep crossing our fingers that our luck hasn't run out...yet.