No matter how careful and safe you try to be, and how much you hope to avoid pain, blood and screams, it’s a first that most parents will have at some point of their child’s lives. I’m talking about that good ol’ trip to the ER, folks. Fun times in parenting land.
My kids were playing tackle football in the living room, as much as I tell them not to, and the little lady was trying to tackle big brother and spun, smacking her eye brow bone right into the deadbolt (the part that sticks out of the door knob). Immediate screams ensued, you just know something is wrong when you hear your child crying and it sounds a little different than usual. Blood starts streaming down her face and oh lord. SIGH.
Despite my heart racing a million times a minute, I stayed calm and took her into the bathroom. Big brother helped by holding a tissue firmly over the wound to stop the bleeding. Once we looked at it closer, I fake smiled and sweetly said, “Oh, it’s not so bad!“. I lied. She was already scared, hurt, tired, hungry, we were just getting ready to eat dinner. It was about a 1 inch long vertical cut through the eye brow, and pretty deep, too. The meat inside was showing, so I bandaged it up and we quickly jumped in the car and headed to the ER.
About 4 hours, 2 anesthesia injections, 5 stitches, and a few painful screams later, we were finished. She was terrified. I was nervous. It all worked out, she’s a trooper, that’s for sure. We let her pick her favorite snacks from the vending machine (at around 10pm, that’s was dinner, y’all) and she came home like nothing ever happened.