Yesterday was an eventful day. Well, at least an eventful afternoon. Ben came downstairs yesterday around 4:00 and he was crying. I assumed that he and Alex had been fighting, so before I looked at him, I asked him what had happened. He told me that he had been "on the purple bed" and fell and hit his head on the "table." What he meant was that he was jumping on the twin bed in the guest room and fell and hit his head on the corner of the metal file cabinet that's between the two beds. I looked over at him and saw blood dripping down his face and jumped up and grabbed a wet paper towel to clean him up. The cut wasn't very big, but it was pretty deep. And surprisingly, especially for a head wound, it wasn't bleeding a huge amount. He didn't even get any blood on his shirt. I noticed his pupils were small and thought that with concussions that the pupils dilate, but couldn't remember for sure, so I called Bryce to ask him and to tell him what had happened to his son. Bryce kept asking questions about the cut and I told him that it looked pretty deep, but it was a horizontal cut at the end of his eyebrow and it was gapping a bit, about an eight of an inch, maybe more. We decided he was probably okay, but would need a butterfly bandage, none of which I had with me (I thought, anyway. We found some in the first aid kid when Bryce got home), so we'd wait until Bryce got home from work. Of course, while we were waiting, Chris had decided to play in the sink in the bathroom and fell off the toilet and gave himself a bloody nose and cut his lip. So it was a fun day.
Bryce got home around 5:30 or so and took Ben in and looked at the cut and was saying that it didn't look too bad. I told him he needed to clean it again (it was still seeping blood) and he'd be able to see how deep it was. So he started cleaning it again and looked at it and said, "Okay, we need to go to the doctor. I can't do anything about this." He decided to try to butterfly it anyway, but unfortunately, our butterfly bandages were too big to work. So Bryce and Ben were off to the doctor. Ben ended up getting 5 stitches. The doctors asked him about 5 different times how it happened and after about the second time, he would say, "I already told you. Dad, you tell them." And he really didn't like having to be strapped down to get the stitches. He kept yelling to Bryce, "I hate it when you do this! I hate this!" But he was still pretty brave and did fairly well. After they left the doctor, Bryce took Ben to let him get a Coldstone ice cream. We had a coupon for a free one for Ben's birthday, so this seemed to be a pretty good time to use it.
Now we get to clean the wound a couple of times a day and put a new bandage on it and we take him back to the doctor on Monday. I'm actually really surprised we haven't had to do this before, with as active as our boys can be.
Here are a couple of pictures. The first one is of the cut before Bryce got home and took him to the doctor and the others are of the stitches:
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