Oct 16, 2007

oh, the trauma

Some may think walking is a blessing, but for Cole Michael Coston, that was not the case last Thursday. Thats right folks. We have officially been christened into the reality of parenthood with our first trip to the ER for stitches. Yep- 5 to be exact right on Cole's bottom lip. He was reaching for something Caleb was giving him and managed to get it, but got off balance and- KABOOYA- lip to kitchen chair splitting it right open. I didn't see it happen, I just stood up and looked in time to see the blood start flowing from my 14 month old's face. So, I did what every good mom would do and I flipped out. Caleb, Mr. cool calm and collected, took action and got the bleeding stopped really quickly so we could assess the damage. It was obvious to both of us that it needed sowed up. It was about 3/8" long and 1/4" wide. Thankfully, we have a great kids hospital around here, Children's Hospital of the King's Daughters- needless to say they were so awesome with Cole. They got us all registered and called back into the room. Now come the stitches.

Cole had been so great up to this point, he hadn't cried since the bleeding stopped, but that was about to change. They shot him with novicane, then proceeded to wrap him up in a sheet, put a washcloth under his neck and hold him still. Of course, he was crying, a lot. I on the other hand, was doing surprising well considering what was happening to my baby. Then it happened. He started crying "Mama, mama!" between sobbs. That was it. The tears just started streaming down my face. I got so he could see me and he looked up at me with his big, brown, tear-filled eyes and just kept saying "mama, mama!" I got myself under control right in time for it to be all over, unwraped my little man and gave him a big hug. He clung to me and kept saying "mama, mama!" and the tears came back, with a vengeance. I just held him and cried, not hearing a word the doctor was telling me. Cole calmed down and had a nice, refreshing glass of apple juice and I thanked the Lord that we were in the ER for only 5 little stitches. Some parents in that hospital were not so fortunate. So the first ER level injury (of many I'm sure) is under our belt. Both of the men in my life were very brave. Hopefully, I will be a little more brave next time.

Here are some pics a few days later. It is healing nicely, and Cole hasn't missed a beat, as you can tell by the blurry pictures.