Where do I start? Shots. Some little person needed shots and a check-up today at the pediatrician. No problem. Despite 2 shots, a lot of wailing, and one blood-drawing lead test, he was a trooper.
So then I get the bright idea to make a quick stop in the department store next to the Ped's office. Fine. Get some shorts for the Mister, head out. SoJo was overdue for his nap and was getting a little punchy so I let him walk. He spots a ground light (he's obsessed with lights at the moment, and walks around pointing and saying "lie, lie" all the livelong day) and walks over to it. Meanwhile, there's a stump from an old bush poking up out of the ground that he trips on, and lands head first onto the metal corner of the light box, gashing his head between the eyes. Yikees!
Thankfully, they took him in, rather than having me go to the ER. I wasn't sure if they were prepared for these sorts of events, since I usually just see sick kids or healthy kids there for wellness visits. But they brought him back to one of the patient rooms, along with the interns and other students, since they probably don't get to see this kind of drama in that clinic.
SoJo was of course, red-faced and crying, and it was nearly impossible to hold him still. They decided his gash wasn't deep enough for stitches, so the doctor (whom we LOVE, by the way) chose to use glue to bind it back up. His cut was already clotting by the time I brought him there anyway.
The funny and sad thing was that they had to bring out a velcro papoose-thingy to restrain him. Since they were working with glue around his eyes, they wanted to be extra careful that it didn't spill into them. What a site! Not only was he screaming about being restrained and fighting it with all his might, but they had to put two gauze eyepatches over his eyes, just to be sure they didn't glue them shut. Oi! My poor baby. I was pretty calm, though, and it's weird that whenever he's crying from shots or pain, I have this urge to laugh. It's more of a nervous laugh than a malicious one though.
Once they let him out of the straight jacket (I should have asked where one could buy one of those for personal use---just kidding!), he immediately started pointing up to the lights (lie, lie!). I knew he was ok.
Poor little guy was so exhausted from the shots and the whole ordeal, that he fell asleep on the way home and slept 3 hours. When he awoke, he was his happy self. I let him play with a watermelon, since I felt so bad.
He loved it! Melon is another of his favorite words. And I turned on the ceiling fan, complete with lights, which he loves looking at...
And of course, a peanut butter and banana sandwich will help anyone feel better. Just ask Elvis.
Scratch that thought, since Elvis didn't turn out so well in the end. But my little guy, he's gonna be just fine.