I followed them in there and all I see is blood. It was pouring out of Luke's mouth, pooling in Josh's hand and pouring on the counter top. (You know how mouth wounds are...) Thankfully, I have the kind of "medical mentality" (or whatever you want to call it) that I do and this kind of stuff doesn't stress me out at all.
I couldn't tell where the bleeding was coming from, at first. After getting him cleaned up and applying a bit of pressure to his mouth, I could see that he had split his face open, from outside, to inside. "Umm...Josh...he's gonna need some stitches..."
Luke barely even whimpered during all this. I thought the sight of the blood would freak him out, but he didn't even bat an eye. As Josh got ready to take him to urgent care, he just kept saying, "I need stitches. I gotta get some stitches.".
So, off they go and get stitches. End of story, right?
Who's blog are you reading? Things don't go that smoothly in this house...
Josh walks in, carrying a sleeping Luke and lays him on the couch. I turn his head to the side, to check out the doc's handiwork and...NO STITCHES! He had popped them out, on the way home and it was starting to bleed again.
Another band-aid and another drive to urgent care later...two more stitches.
Or is it?
About 20 minutes later, he pops another stitch out! He kept sticking his tongue in the hole, that is inside his mouth, and it was popping the stitches out on the front.
Sooooo...off to urgent care. Again. This is time #3, if you aren't keeping track.
This time, they stitched it from the inside, so we should be okay. He's so exhausted from the craziness, that he actually fell asleep during the stitches. He's now currently knocked out cold. I kinda hope he stays that way for a while.
Momma needs a nap. :)
(pictures were taken after stitches #2)
This still doesn't do it justice. It's really a deep slit, but I'm stretching it open. Crazy, crazy kid.