The Big Boo Boo

I got a call from school at 4:30 today - Evan has tripped and hit his head against the table. You should come in and get him - he needs to see the doctor.  I raced to school and sure enough, he had cracked his head open.  He didn't seem the worse for wear for the moment - in fact, he was enjoying being the king of the class as he sat with a teacher, held ice to his forehead, and proudly slurped on a popsicle.  As soon as he saw me, he jumped out of the teacher's lap and happily recounted the whole tale.  He pointed to the carpet edge that was upturned, said "Mommy, running," pointed to the table and said, "hit head table," then gingerly touched his forehead and said, "booboo hurt."  Poor little guy.

The cut was vertical and pretty deep.  We took him to the urgent care doctor, who confirmed what we feared - the cut was too big to use glue, so stitches it was.  Evan was a trooper for the most part - until we had to hold him down on the table and the doctor shot the numbing medicine in his forehead.  That wasn't pleasant for anyone. It got worse when they had to cover his eyes with the surgical drape.  Both Mike and I were holding his hands and legs so he wouldn't squirm and trying to tell him it would all be over soon.  There was a lot of screaming, but three stitches later, Evan stood up and said, "Thank you doctor."  How sweet!  He got loaded up with stickers and a lollipop, and we went out for ice cream.  It didn't take but minutes for him to seemingly forget about the experience and enjoy the treat.

He's been keeping a bandage on his injury all day during school, and it appears to be healing nicely.  Stitches come out in 5 days.