In Stitches

On Tues night Emma dropped a bowl on the tile, shattering it, then fell on top of the pieces slicing her hand open. There was a shocking amount of blood on the floor and on me, but she barely cried. I, on the other hand, was doing my best not to pass out right there in the kitchen. After we were sent to Children's hospital by our urgent care up here, the eternal night began. Countless doctors and surgeons made sure that there was no glass in the wound, that she could move her thumb and that the tendons were fine. (I must mention that at this point in the evening it was 9:00 and we still had a false hope that we would be going home soon. HA!) We were sent to another area called an observation room filled with other kids screaming and yelling where we sat for yet another undetermined amount of time. Finally the doctor came over to "convince" us that sedation was the best route. No kidding?!! This child fights me on diaper changes, I didn't really think that she would just lay there for you to stitch up her gaping hole. The time is 12:30 am, Matthew and I are thinking yes, fine, whatever you need to do.......but just put in second gear lady! So the IV gets put in, she gets all wired up (above picture), and another hour later they begin the procedure. It all goes well, and 20 minutes later they are done and we are told that it usually takes about an hour (the word about is never good when used in an ER) for the medication to wear off, and we can't take her home until then. At this point she is OUT, not only is she drugged, but it is 2:30 in the morning, I don't think she plans on waking up. So Matthew and I take matters into our own hands. We begin with softly calling her name, then shaking her a little, then yelling her name, pinching her, tickling her, and just as we were about to resort to slapping (I mean shaking her harder)....she begins to stir. Let's skip ahead to 4:00am......when we fall into bed, and morning comes a bit too early.

She is doing good today, just very tired (as we all are) and trying to get used to having only one hand. She has a total of 8 stitches in the palm of her hand, kind of under her thumb. 6 on the surface, and 2 in the deep tissue. She looks pretty cute waddling around the house with what looks like a boxing glove. And that is indeed what she will use it as, a weapon! As you can see in the picture when she was swinging at me in her frustration. :)

Sorry the pictures are sort of small, our only camera was Matthew's IPhone.

I also must mention that just as the doctor put in the first stitch her favorite song came on the tv........the George Lopez intro, kinda bizzare!