Humpty Dumpty

You would think that by now I would be used to my kids swooping in and causing changes to my grand plans at the last minute.  You would be wrong.  Yesterday I had plans.  Not really grand plans, but plans nonetheless.

You see, I won passes to the pre-sale at the Just Between Friends Consignment Sale.  I was super excited to go check it out and pick up some stuff for the boys.  And I was going to finally meet Melinda from Laughing through Motherhood.  I actually won the passes through a contest on her blog and we have been Twitter friends for a while now, so finally meeting her was a huge bonus!

The doors to the pre-sale event opened at 4:00.  I wondered inside and began to stroll around.  At 4:03 my phone rang.  It was my husband.  I immediately knew that something was up. He never calls me at 4:00.  My husband told me that Xander fell at daycare and hit a shelf.  He hit it just right and had a cut on his forehead and needed stitches.  The cut wasn’t terrible, but just bad enough to need treatment.  Jim had picked up the boys and was heading home.  I needed to meet him there so we could go to the ER.

Now, I was a good 90+ minutes away from Xander at that point.  I knew that it would take me over an hour to get home in rush hour traffic and it would take Jim at least 35 or 40 minutes to get home.  I rushed out of the consignment sale (without ever meeting Melinda!) and headed home.  I quickly picked the “best” way to get home only to discover construction.  I maneuvered around it, nervous and wanted to hug my baby.  Luckily my sister called me and we chatted pretty much my whole ride home.  I would have been a wreck without her on the phone.

I got home, ran inside and was able to see for myself that the cut really wasn’t *that* bad. Just like my husband had said, it was just bad enough to need treatment.  I was also able to see that Xander was perfectly fine.  Acting completely normal, running around and generally in good spirits.

We headed to the hospital with Xander while our awesome niece stayed with Jack.  We had what wound up being the world’s fastest visit to the ER.  In literally one hour, Xander was examined, treated and released.  He was a champ.  He sat like a good (yet skeptical) boy to get his vitals.  He fussed a bit when the put some numbing gel and a bigger bandaid on his forehead.  When we were taken to our room, he crawled on chairs, looked in the mirror and danced.

The doctor checked out his cut and determined that because it was very straight and smooth, stitches weren’t necessary and that glue was the best option.  A nurse joined us and they got to work.  Xander is a bit of a thrasher so it took the nurse (who commented on how incredibly strong X is) and my husband to hold him down.  Xander was not happy getting his cut cleaned out.  He was slightly more cooperative while the glue was being applied.  Once the glue was dryish, he went to Daddy, got a binky and all was right with the world again.

We checked out of the ER exactly one hour after we arrived.  We immediately headed to our favorite burger place (which is conveniently just blocks from the hospital) for some take-out.  We headed home. At dinner and everyone was in bed by 9:15.

The doctor said that X will be as good as new in 5 to 10 days. This is excellent timing because we are leaving for the beach in a week!  Xander is doing great and it’s honestly like he doesn’t even realize that he has a cut on his forehead. He’s not touching it or bothering it at all.  They don’t think that he’ll have much (if any) of a scar.  I’m told that girls dig scars but really someone needs to make up a story that’s a bit better than “I fell into a shelf”.  The girls probably won’t think that’s very cool.

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