On My Watch

I don’t really know how it happened. But, I know it didn’t happen on the playground. Or at the pool. Or while fighting with a sibling.

It happened in our hotel room just after returning from dinner. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lukie run through the room. Then he was falling and screaming. I grabbed him and hugged him and told him he was fine. He quieted down and I and went to run a bath for him and Sam.

While getting Sam undressed I happened to look down at my arm – and saw blood. A lot of it. I ran to find Luke. He was on the bed talking to Jack and when he sat up, there was blood on the pillow. There was a gash on the back of his head. He must have smacked his head on the edge of the table/countertop when he fell. It looked pretty nasty.

When Dan walked into the room (he had driven separately), Jack and Maria couldn’t wait to give him the gory news.

“Luke is bleeding!”

“He hit his head!”

“It’s really bad!”

Dan and I looked at the wound more closely together and Dan suggested he run Luke over to the night clinic. It’s our regular doctor’s office and it’s just minutes from the hotel.

A little while later, Dan called to give me the news that Luke would need stitches. Oh, how I hated not to be there for him!

I hung up and Jack and Maria started asking a zillion questions.

“How do they stitch it?”

“What will it look like?”

“I’ve never seen stitches before. Will it hurt him?”

“Can we wait up to see Luke’s stitches?”

I answered their questions as best I could and prayed Dan and Lukie were doing okay.

In no time they were home (or what we call home at the moment, anyway). It turns out the doctor chose glue over stitches. As you can see, it looks pretty nasty. I’m glad it’s on the back of his head. I asked Luke if it hurt. “It hurt when they glued it,” he told me. And, according to Dan, he let everyone know it. (By the way, the nurses told Dan, “Remember, we’re nurses, not barbers.” I agree.)

Unfortunately, the doctor’s instructions include no swimming for SEVEN days. I don’t know if that hurts Luke more or me more. We were planning on swimming tomorrow while we wait for Dan to get off work. We have to check out of the hotel at noon and we won’t be heading to St. Louis until after 5 p.m. I explained to him that he won’t be able to swim and that Jack and Maria may still go swimming while he plays with the other kids at the Y. He told me that was okay, but I have a feeling that that will change come morning.

Then again, maybe there won’t be any swimming. As I was updating my mom on this evenings events, Maria came up to me and said, “Mom, I don’t want to go swimming tomorrow.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“Because I want it to be fair for Lukie.”

Wow. Is that sweet or what? I mean, I don’t doubt that she’ll change her tune in the morning, but still. To have said that. It almost brought tears to my eyes.

Well, it was a first for us. We’ve been muddy and bloody (usually on Dan’s watch) but thus far we’ve had no stitches, broken bones or trips to the emergency room. We’ve been pretty blessed, considering having four children under the after of 7, three of whom are boys and none of whom are gentle, quiet or sedate.

About Susan

THERAPY. That's the reason for the blog. I am a SAHM with five little ones (hence the blog name). I love it...usually right up until about 5:30 in the afternoon, when all of my children turn into trolls.
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6 Responses to On My Watch

  1. Sarah says:

    Poor Lukie! Poor Susan! I hope that it heals quickly.

  2. Amanda Johnson says:

    That looks awful…makes me cringe looking at it. I hope he’s able to resist the urge to want to swim tomorrow.

  3. Kristina says:

    That is so nasty-looking! Thank goodness he can’t see it. I’m guessing the drinking started early last night after this ordeal. Keep the faith, Susan… at this point, God owes you one =)

  4. Gwen says:

    My mom says “Too bad they didn’t have glue when you fell into the corner of the wall and had to have stitches.” I vaguely remember that, but I’m not too traumatized a quarter-century later :-)

  5. Stephanie H says:

    That’s awful looking! WOW! Never a dull moment at the H camp!

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