My poor kid. He officially has more stitches in his little face than his age right now.
He and the dog had a collision the other night and of course it was the dog that came out unscathed. Just to be clear the dog did not attack him. He swung his head around and the boy just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and if he had been in bed like he was supposed to be we could have avoided this altogether! Accidents happen. It doesn’t help that the dog and the boy are roughly the same height so when Jak turned so quickly there was just no time to avoid it.
Poor boy didn’t see it coming and he was so upset. He kept saying “Jak bit me. Jak bit me, mama.” and crying, meanwhile I am trying to stop the flow of blood. I kept saying it was an accident, he didn’t bite you, he just ran into you, he didn’t mean to do it, but no dice – as far as the boy is concerned Jak bit him. He feels betrayed that his beloved pet would hurt him.
There were no major hysterics like when he gashed his eyebrow but it also wasn’t nearly as serious. And of course he had his white jammies on. Not that I care, clothes are replaceable, its just that the contrast of the blood on his white shirt was adding to his shock. I made him sit on the toilet with a cold compress on his chin while I rinsed his shirt under the tap to show him it would go away and he calmed down considerably after that. He’s a tough little nut.
And then I made the decision that we were going to have to go to the hospital. He had been bleeding in his mouth as well and I thought the dog’s tooth had punctured all the way through. After a mere 3 hour wait with NO ONE else in the waiting room we were finally seen. The doctor couldn’t get a great look at the inside of his mouth and basically said we are going to have to give him something and put at least one stitch on the outside. Then he used the word Ketamine. I almost passed out. I immediately said I was hoping to never have to see him on that stuff ever again, no IV! And for once, the doctor listened to us. My stress level dropped considerably.
Same medication as before but a completely different experience.
He only needed one stitch on the outside, just below his lip. The doctor said it was not punctured through and that most likely the cut on the inside of his lip was from his own teeth when they collided. That made me feel better too, it was definitely not as bad as I had thought it was.
This time the drugs made him all weird and spaced out. It was like he was drunk. When he finally started to come around he was ready to go and you weren’t going to stop him. Except that he’s three and of course I could stop him, but he was determined. He couldn’t talk well, his speech was all slurred but he knew where the door was and kept trying to make his way through it, saying “go now! me go home!”
Overall, not how I want to start spending my time. I am filled with a feeling of dread that the eyebrow incident was only the beginning and I should start keeping record. The doctor said, once its healed up you won’t even be able to see the scar. I replied sorry doc but you are wrong, I am his mother and I will always see it.