Stitches

Well, to finish off a busy weekend, what could be better than a trip to urgent care to get some stitches? Last night Bryce was playing with the girls and picked up Kynden in a piggy-back. He started running with her across the living room. While I watched in horror, he sort of jumped over a backpack in the middle of the floor and lost his footing. He then crashed face first into the scooter which was laying in the hallway. I have to commend Bryce here...as he was falling he held on to Kynden and didn't try to catch himself. The result was worse for him in that he got the full impact of the fall, but Kynden wasn't hurt at all and just was able to roll off of him. He is a hero in that regard for sure.

We thought that what he had was a normal bloody nose and had him sit with a cloth on it for a while. And then when the bleeding slowed we realized it was more serious than we originally thought. The place where the center of his nose connects to his face had totally split. My mom had just come home to bring Lea back (they went to Idaho for the weekend) and I had them both look at his nose and they both thought we needed to take him in. So- worried grandma that she is, my mom offered to drive us and we headed to Gresham Urgent care. The nurse actually was called out and took him right back to the room. As we were waiting for the doctor I snapped this shot of him.

They put some numbing gel on his nose and we had to wait for that to numb the area. Then the hard part came when they had to give him a shot of medicine in the area to numb it totally. That's when he screamed for a few seconds. After that it was pretty easy.

After it was all numbed the doctor stopped being super gentle with it and started cleaning it before putting the stitches in. The tip of Bryce's nose was flapping around and I had to look away. The doctor looked at me and said, "Are you okay?" I said yes. "Are you SURE you're okay?" "Yeah, I'll be fine" But I was feeling a bit dizzy. "Please let us be the first to know if you're not okay." I looked down at my arms and they were white. I can't imagine what my face must have looked like. But I didn't faint. It was the flapping, gaping wound that did it. For the rest of the time I just stood there an held his hand and looked in the opposite direction.

So Bryce ended up with 6 stitches! He was very brave. He's supposed to go back in in a couple days for a wound check and then the stitches get taken out in 7 days. So he'll turn 9 years old with 6 stitches in his nose. Maybe we should have asked for 9 stitches, just because.