An Afternoon in the ER

Last Tuesday Olivia and Isaac were tracked out, and Ezren didn't have preschool that day.
I was sewing (of course), and they were upstairs playing nicely.
Or so I thought.

I had just finished a project and was getting ready to make lunch when I heard a very loud thump.
Wait.  Listen.
"MOM!  Oh no, Ezzy, you need to . . . MOM!  That's a lot of blood!"
So many visions ran through my mind.
Bones sticking out of arms,
Missing teeth,
Gaping wounds on the cranium.
Do I need to call 911?
At least I heard screaming, no one's unconcious.

I walk to the stairs (which looks like a crime scene with bloody hand smears down the wall and a nice blood trail from the bedroom) and see Ezren and Olivia coming down.
Ez was squirting blood from his chin.  And screaming which made the bleeding look worse.
I knew instantly what had happened. 

Grabbed Ez, laid him on the kitchen floor, put a paper towel to his chin and applied pressure.
Olivia was watching the whole event, so I asked her what happened.
"Ezren was jumping on the bed and slipped and fell on his chin." 
No kidding.  And he was wearing footy pjs (you know, the kind that used to have little traction dots but have been worn so many times, it now functions as ice skates).

I have no insurance card.  Great.
Have Olivia apply pressure to Ezren't face.
Make a phone call to get the insurance card.  Or at least the numbers.
Get dressed (because we weren't going anywhere that day, why get dressed, right?).
By this time Ez has stopped screaming.
Get in the car and go to the Urgent Care Center up the road.

Wait for what feels like forever.
Check out Ez's wound myself -- I love this stuff. 
It's a big wound.  One inch long, half inch wide.  Fat coming out. 
The Dr. takes his time and then says that Ez might need internal stitches and that we'll have to go to the ER.

Nice.
We still haven't eaten lunch.
Good thing Chad's dad rescues us and takes Olivia and Isaac home for lunch while Ez and I drive to the ER.

The ER was pretty empty, thank goodness.
The nurses were nice and naturally thought Ez was just the cutest thing ever.
He never cried or really even made any noises. 
That's my boy.
Turns out, he did not need internal stitches, so I don't know what was up with the Urgent Care doctor.
All said and done, Ez got five blue stitches under his chin. 
The nurses told him he was the bravest patient they had seen all year and that he could have two prizes and a sticker.
Big deal to a four year old!

Here he is a few days later pointing to the stitches (he wouldn't let me photo him the day of).

Close up . . .

So smug.

On Wednesday, the day after the incident, I caught Ezren "ice skating" in socks on the wood floor.
I reminded him of a need to be safe and that if he wasn't his stitches might break open, and we'd have to go back to the hospital.
Ez's reply?
"But Mom, I'll get more prizes!"
I have a feeling this won't be the last trip to the ER I take!