Stick a Needle in Jackson's eye -- or thereabouts

Things I was very grateful for yesterday evening:

1. My husband has a strong stomach, is very calm, and knows what to do in a "think-quick" situation.

2. My oldest brother is a doctor who doesn't mind being bugged with urgent medical questions on a Sunday.

3. Digital cameras, email, and cell phones

4. A pediatric office that has "after-hours" in their clinic on Sundays.

5. Jackson's pediatrician was the after-hours doctor.

6. Modern medicine and local anesthetic.

7. A child who calms quickly, despite freaking out and throwing massive fits.

8. It was Super-Bowl Sunday, so the clinic was not very full.

9. Very calm nurses and doctor.

10. The cut didn't go all the way through the eye lid and that he didn't hit his eyeball -- that would have been very bad since the cut is exactly where the valve is that was surgically placed last April.


Now, if you have a weak stomach, I suggest you turn away because here are the pictures from Jackson's run-in with the table and with the doctor's needle.






Four Stitches. How did this happen, you ask? Jackson decided mid-dinner that we needed a show, or something because he started dancing. During one of his "moves," he bent down and hit his head on the table. Thank goodness his eye was closed. He stayed pretty calm. We called my brother and emailed the first picture to him to get an idea of whether or not we should go into the doctor. Obviously, the answer was yes. When Jackson found out we were going to the doctor and would need a band-aid, he started crying. He hates doctors and band-aids (that's another post).

Anyway, we went in to his pediatrician's office and they fixed him up. Three of us had to hold him down to even get the band-aid on with the local anesthetic cream, and then when it came time to actually put the stitches in, they had to strap him into one of these things -- called a papoose board.

Not so fun for a kid who has severe sensory issues and a fear of being strapped down -- being sick as a preemie for 6 months will do it for you!

Anyway, we rewarded Jackson with an ice cream cone for being so brave and doing his best. He cried, of course, and hates the band-aid on his head most of all. Too bad I have to remove it 5-7 times a day to apply ointment -- oh, joy.