Totally pumped to have “adult night”, Josh and I headed over to a friend’s house for dinner Saturday night. My friend and her husband, Lisa and Brian, were making fajitas on the grill and we’d brought along a goat cheese ball & fig jam and an appetite for adult conversation. I could not wait to catch up with them both and just relax.
We’d all had a pretty full week.
Fifteen minutes after arriving, I got a panicked phone call from my oldest, La.
“Violet fell and has a gash in her head!!”
We asked La to put us on video chat so we could see the ‘gash’. In true form, her iPhone front camera wouldn’t work and the call froze up. Ok, don’t panic.
We then asked her to hang up and send us a picture. After a few agonizing moments of NO PICTURE, we called her back. We were able to get a few seconds of video and saw the fairly large HOLE in her head. We had to go.
We bolted out the door just as fast as we’d come and drove home in about 10 minutes. Violet was lying on the couch watching Sofia the First and La was right there with her.
The wound was pretty nasty. It was deep and looked more like a triangular cut with a puncture the diameter of a pencil at the top. Apparently Little V had been running and slipped in our foyer and gone head first into an air conditioning register. It popped out of the floor and one of the corners gouged the middle of her forehead. OUCH!
This would definitely need stitches.
We gathered Violet’s favorite stuffed bunny, a fresh pull-up, and a sippy cup of milk and packed her up in the car. After calling the Vanderbilt after hours clinic, we decided to take her to the closest ER instead. When I called the clinic, they put me on hold to ask if anyone there would DO stitches and then said, yes, they had someone on staff. GREAT! You’re an after hours children’s clinic and you really needed to ask if anyone would be able to stitch up a 3 year old? Then I started worrying “what if they need to run some tests on her?” I knew they wouldn’t be equipped and I just wanted her where they could do anything they needed to do without worry.
We arrived at the ER and there was only one person waiting. FANTASTIC! Especially for a Saturday night at 6pm. We were in that waiting room for over an hour with V’s forehead *still* bleeding. Josh got antsy and asked them about how much longer would it be? Because, you know, we think this is an emergency because well, we are AT the emergency room, but we guessed they didn’t think it was an emergency since she was just laid out in a chair bleeding. You know? He was told they were running a code in the back and they couldn’t bring anyone else back there until that was over.
(At this point I stop to pray for the person who is now not breathing behind those double doors and try to find my calm.)
We eventually made it back past triage and met a very sweet nurse and a PA who was going to stitch her up.
Sweet nurse brought coloring books and stickers and PA brought a shot, a sewing needle and some disposable stitches. He tried hard to do one deep stitch and glue the rest, but the glue wouldn’t work. He had to stitch it all.
Violet was so brave. Scared but brave. Imagine being 3, wrapped in sheets like a little burrito to keep your arms and legs down, being held under a bright light and strange people hovering over your poor little gashed open head. Josh and I were right beside her, talking to her the whole time, hoping to ease her stress- even if just a little!
To reward her bravery (and patience), we poured out the rest of her milk from her sippy cup and poured real Coke into it. Yes, it felt reckless and totally unhealthy, but that baby LOVES Coke and it is such a treat for her.
At that point, if she’d wanted a pink unicorn named Cinderella, I would have done everything in my power to make it happen!
As of Monday, I’m happy to report that little V is back running around and playing as if nothing happened.
Unless she remembers the band-aid on her forehead to which she will tell you “I had to go to da docterrr. I hurt my head! Sissy was sad, she cried. Want to touch my band-aid?”
Yes, even at 3 she knows that a band-aid, especially in the middle of your forehead, is a BIG deal. xoxo