I went and clocked into my classroom and within about 15 minutes I heard my name from the door. I turned to see Stephanie, our front desk administrator, holding Brant with blood on his forehead. I of course was in a little shock and wanted to know what happened. Apparently, he tripped somehow and fell directly onto a door hinge. OUCH! Not many tears coming from my tough guy though, I will say that much.
As I was headed out the door to take him to Scottish Rite, a mom from his classroom was coming in and noticed his head. She is a nurse practitioner and asked if she could look at it. I told her sure, I would love the opinion. She thought they would not put in stitches, so she offered to go and get something to fix it and do it before she left. I was all about not having ANOTHER trip to the ER so soon, so I complied. He was bandaged up before I knew it and ready to get back to his friends.
The rest of the morning went by without a fuss, until about lunch time. I heard Stephanie's voice again and knew it couldn't be good. She said Brant was bleeding out of his band aid and asked me what I wanted to do. So I called his doctor and they told me I should take him somewhere to get it looked at if it is still bleeding. I found out a little after that that he actually hit it again, and thats probably what caused the re-bleed.
Here is a picture of him on our way to Scottish Rite.
After we got there we were seen pretty quickly and he had numbing paste on it before I knew it. Let me tell you how NOT easy it is to keep a 17 month old from tearing off the tape that is on his forehead for 30 minutes...NOT EASY! After that settled in we were on our way back to the room so he could get patched up. The doctor was very nice and Brant was blowing kisses and waving until they put him in the papoose (no idea how you spell that). He was SO tough though and was just ready to get home and go to sleep...he got 3 stitches!
Here is a pic of him before bed time when I was putting a new band aid on it.
Tomorrow he is going to see MiMi so we can try and control his actions a little more. Hopefully no more bumbs to the wounded site! So thats our day...but I have learned that I am going to have to watch him like a hawk because of his pain tolerance. He could break a leg and I would never know...