I finished my conversation with my companion and then I told Daniel to come to me so I could look at his head (I could see a little blood). He came to me and I found a perfect slice on the back of his head -- it was deep and wide (not good). Just then, Charles came home, and we both decided a trip to the Urgent Care was necessary.
After a quick prayer given by Sammi (at Daniel's request) we were off. We went to one place (which did not have the right equipment) and then we were directed to another location. We got in pretty quickly and they determined that staples were needed. Ick! Daddy stayed with Daniel and I took Sammi and Will out to the waiting room. They told him to lay face down and Charles held him down while the doctor squeezed his head together and put two staples in (with no numbing medicine). Daniel whimpered during the procedure. Then, not two minutes later, he walked out into the waiting room and said, "That was all there was to it!" He seemed strong, and as he kept walking to me, tears came, he felt pain, and the staples. He said, "I don't want staples in my head." He cried for a moment, and then after a lovely blue sucker -- he was all better. It will take 7 days to heal, then we go back, and have them removed. Fun!
I am certain whatever crazy-bug got into them, will not be returning for some time. It seems when playing and having fun -- there is a line that if crossed -- someone will get hurt. I think parents know when the line is coming.
Daniel has been our Urgent Care boy. From a horrible allergic reaction to cashews (choked, rash, could not breath -- went to the ER), an allergic reaction to immunizations (he was swollen and red all over), his arm popping out of socket (the doctor popped it right back in), now he adds head wounds to the list. He is the winner in our family for medical attention.
I am so grateful he is ok. He proved himself strong last night. I know I would have freaked out if someone came at my head with a staple gun! He barely whimpered and did not thrash around or scream (that was what I expected). I was amazed at his strength. He is a good, strong boy. :-)
Also, just so you know, Daddy cut his hair - not me! I do not do the army look! Luckily, it will grow. However, in this case it was a blessing it was so short, I never would have seen the nasty wound.
He is doing fine today. He talks about it every now and then. He mostly does not want anyone to laugh at his staples. He cannot lay on the back of his head either, so he is a little sad about that. All in all, he is doing well, and playing as usual! :-)


