Boo boo
At work. 9:57 a.m. Phonecall from “Lex at daycare.” Adrenaline.
“The teacher doesn’t know what happened… Cut on his eye… You’ll need to pick him up… Needs a stitch.” I am 20 minutes away, make it there in 12. Dadda has called the pediatrician, is in his car, will meet us there. I rush in to comfort my poor wounded baby.
Lex is laying on the changing table, laughing. The daycare director has gloves on, is applying direct pressure, very professional. He is excited to see me, wants to show me the leaf collage he made. The gash is less than an inch in his right eyebrow.
I give him a banana on the way to the pediatrician. He has a good appetite and is cheerful. The nurse practicioner says he needs stitches or maybe dermabond and sends us to Chippenham ER. They put us right in to a nice little pediatric room and close the door. The flu is everywhere. H1N1. Bug watches the Disney Channel and has a great time.
A nurse comes with numbing gel and 20 minutes later the doctor decides on dermabond. Surgical superglue. Burns when it is applied. I lay down and secure the baby, face up, on my chest. Three coats are rolled on, the nurse fanning it to dry in between. He is a trooper. We get our discharge papers and head home for a late nap. In the carseat we try to teach Lex to say “Boo boo.”. Just in time for Halloween.
