So The Giver had a little accident last night. He stumbled (or was pushed) and fell onto a piece of stained glass. He screamed hysterically but my reactions to him are a little subdued because he is quite the dramatic one over pain and blood. He came into the kitchen and wailed, "My life is over - I'm going to die!" So he is bleeding and there was a chunk of skin missing from his hand. So I run it under water, use a paper towel to apply pressure and try to get him calm. Tony headed to the garage to look for said piece of missing skin so we could assess the damage without looking at the damaged hand. The dislocated skin was about 1/4 inch wide and not too thick. I really felt like it would be fine but having never dealt with this particular injury called a nurse friend. She said if we got the bleeding stopped it would probably be fine. I texted her a picture of the dismembered piece of skin along with my mom. The consensus seemed to be that he would be fine!
We got it fixed up with a band aid. I helped him get a bath so he could avoid getting his hand wet or using it and we had our bedtime routine as usual.
This morning, there was some blood on the band aid and the wound actually looked a little larger. I think because of where it is on his hand (it's right on the part of your hand that rests on your paper while you write), it kind of opened up a little. So I decided just to be safe we better visit the Urgent Care Doctor.
We waited until 9 am, when they opened. The nurse was a little concerned when she saw and said it might need a stitch. The Giver got slightly hysterical at this point. He had brought back-up with him (Liony and Soft Puppy) in case of trauma and they were in full use at this point. He cried and then would get a little better, then would start up again. Preacher Man was having great fun with the spinning, rolling doctor's chair during most of this. N had stayed out in the waiting room for a while so he could work on school work but the wait dragged on and he ended up in the room with us, too.
Nothing like a mom and 3 boys all in one room at Urgent care. I probably asked them to talk softer and not touch things at least 5 dozen times!
Finally the doc made it in and immediately said it didn't need a stitch to which The Giver let out a sigh of relief. However, we do have to wash it with soap and water at least twice a day and not let a scab form on it. (I'm dreading this already.) We need to not let the surrounding skin get wet so we can't use band aids but need to use gauze pads and tape to wrap around it. (sigh!)
So the doctor leaves and we are waiting for the nurse to come back and wrap it all back up with antibiotic cream, etc. The Giver leaned his head over on my shoulder and said, "I'm glad your my mom." I told him I was glad, too. Then he said, "Some other mom might not would have brought me here and just told me I would be fine and then I might have died."
Oh the drama!
But I do love that sweet boy. (though I'm dreading having to work on his hand tonight!)