Well, we had to go back to the drs office today. Colm fell off of the bars at gymnastics today and cut his head. I saw it happen. I didn’t think it was that bad because he didn’t start crying AT ALL. Not even a whimper. The next thing I know the instructor is carrying him out and there is blood all over both of them. The dr. got us right in and we got to go to the “treatment room”. I always wondered what the treatment room was. We walk past it all the time on the way to the regular rooms. Well, now I know. That’s where you go to get casts and stitches, or in our case, staples. Colm did not cry when the nurse cleaned up his wound. He did not cry when they put the staples in the his head. He screamed and fought, however, when they tried to give him some Motrin. The kid DOES NOT take meds. I will spare you a picture. It is really gross and kind of Frankensteiny. We have to go back in ten days and get the staples taken out. I can only hope and pray that he does as well then as he did today. He was so brave. I was truly impressed.
Staples in the Head
Monday, March 3, 2008
And this one gets the award for most unusual blog title.
Kisses to Colm. What a brave little guy!!
oh, poor Colm!! Well, that’s certainly a way to ensure decreased wait time in the ER!
I can’t believe he didn’t cry when they put the staples in! He’s more brave than I am ;).