Boo

Boo is a popular word in our house this month.  Not only did Huston learn to say "BOO" at the end of the Halloween song at school and we are surrounded by monsters and goblins.....Huston also got his first major "boo-boo".

He was playing on the playground having a great time at his cousin's birthday party and in his rush up the stairs to go down the slide, he went flying.  My poor baby fell face first off of a four foot jungle gym.  I was trying to get all of the dirt out of his mouth and nose and then I saw it.  His first (of probably many) head wound.  He must have hit it coming down, because he landed on his tummy.  Surprisingly I was very calm and I got Doug and we decided it was deep enough to get it looked at.

boo-boo

We took him to the ER and for the first time in his life he got to sit on my lap instead of his carseat (it was only a 2 mile trip thankfully).  Luckily they weren't very busy and we only had to wait an hour to see the doctor, but we did get our own room.

waiting on the doc

 It took about an hour, a coloring book and lots of candy to keep him in the room.  He really wasn't even aware he was hurt until right before the doctor came in and that was because he saw the blood where he leaned his head back.

The doctor and nurse came in and decided he'd need staples, so we had to have him lay on his stomach and the nurse held his head, while I held his arms and body still.  I was able to have my face right next to his, so I could talk to him while they cleaned it and injected a huge needle full of a numbing agent around the wound.  Right before they started I asked the doctor if he was ready and I heard my little baby in a soft voice say "ready."  It broke my heart.  He cried while they put in the staples, but overall did really well.  As soon as it was over he gave the doctor high five and looked at his "toys".

stapled up

The hard part after that was keeping him in the room while we waited to be discharged.  It took awhile, so I finally let him walk the halls and he made a point to stop in everyone's room and say hello.  I think he made several old ladies very happy.

He did great when we got home and was able to sleep all night.  This morning when he crawled in bed with us he did lay directly on it and in a sad little voice said "owwww" so I think it does hurt, but he's not completely aware of it unless he puts pressure on it.

We are very lucky that it wasn't any worse, but I still get a sick feeling in my stomach every time I think of it.  Let's just hope it's the worse that he ever puts us through :)