It’s certainly been an exciting month at our house. And by exciting, I mean diseased. We all passed the stomach flu in early December, and when that was done, we decided it’d be fun to share a cold/sinus infection/bronchitis over Christmas. We were generous enough to share it with my dad and brother too, so Chris and my mom are the only ones still holding strong.
Because that wasn’t fun enough, Callie also needed stitches! I got a call from daycare about 10 days ago, the lady told me over the phone that Callie fell down and hit her face on a shelf and she had a gash “on her eye” and that she’d probably need stitches.
So there I was, driving to daycare to pick up Callie, totally freaking out that she had a gash ON HER EYEBALL. Or at least near it. She’d be blind. She’d lose the eye. Oh my gosh, her beautiful eyes.
When I got to daycare, Callie had a gash alright…. on her eyeBROW. The “brow” part would have been nice to know ahead of time! The lady was like “I’m so sorry!” and I was like “The eyebrow?! Who cares!!!”
So I was thinking of bringing Callie to the ER to have it stitched up, and the daycare lady and another mom who was dropping off her kid were like “Are you crazy? Go to Urgent Care. You’ll wait forever at the ER.” I’ve had extensive experience with both and the ER is far better and faster, but for some really really dumb reason I ignored my personal experience and brought Callie to Urgent Care like I was suggested.
We got to Urgent Care and the estimated wait was 30 minutes. Usually it’s like 2-4 hours, so I was really happy. I was thinking maybe I’d be wrong about Urgent Care all along. I checked in at the reception, told them I needed to have a doctor look at the gash on her eyebrow and that it would probably need stitches. Right away a nurse called me back to evaluate the situation. They do prioritize patients that have more severe issues, but since Callie’s injury wasn’t actively bleeding, we were sent back to wait our turn in the waiting room like every one else.
We waited and waited and waited. You don’t know pain until you’ve had to entertain a baby in a waiting room for any extensive length of time. More and more people were coming in, the estimate changed from 30 minutes to 1 hour to 1.5 hours. After an hour and a half, a nurse came out and said they only have one procedure room for stitches and such, so that’s why we were waiting even longer than anyone else.
After two hours, we were finally called to the procedure room. FINALLY! The doctor came in, took one look at Callie, and told me to go to the ER because she would need to be sedated to get stitches in the face and they can’t do sedation in Urgent Care.
ARE YOU &*!!@!(*@! KIDDING ME. I would have started crying if I wasn’t so freaking upset. It took me everything I had not to raise hell. My blood was boiling. I had talked to a receptionist and two nurses, all of which should have been able to tell me they can’t do stitches in the face!!! No, instead they made me wait TWO HOURS for a doctor to tell me that. Obviously the kid’s injury is right in her face!!! You can see it! Why did no one tell me?!
So then I take my cranky, tired, hungry baby who had been so so good and patient but was now totally done being good and patient, and I take her to the ER. By now it was lunch time, but I didn’t stop for food because Callie probably shouldn’t have food before sedation anyway and I couldn’t bring myself to eat right in her face. Plus, I was anxious to get her face fixed up. Thankfully she fell asleep on the way to the ER, which was all in vain because they had me put her down on a scale as soon as I got there and she woke up. More cranky baby time.
We were taken back right away, although once we got a room, we still needed to wait for a nurse and doctor to come see us. It took a while, which wouldn’t have been a huge problem if we hadn’t already waited two hours somewhere else. I managed to get her back to sleep, not without a fight, but it helped passed the time. Eventually I had to call Chris for reinforcement because it was coming around to mid-afternoon and I hadn’t had a chance to eat or drink anything since 5 am that morning and I was about ready to pass out! Thankfully he was able to come quickly so I was able to grab lunch (and my favorite cookies!) from the hospital cafeteria and save myself from needing an ER bed of my own!
In the end, they gave Callie a shot to sedate her for about 20-30 minutes, which was almost exactly as much time as they needed to get some 8 people in the room to supervise and stitch. We had interns in there, a pharmacist, a couple of nurses, an infant respiratory specialist, and finally the doctor. It seemed excessive for 4 stitches, but of course the sedation part is a million times more worrisome than some dumb stitches. It all went down without any problems and she woke up back to her happy self.
We were afraid she’d be picking at the injury but she hasn’t done so at all. The stitches were the kind that you don’t need to remove, and they’ve already almost completely disappeared. So happy that’s all over! The scar should be hidden in the eyebrow, but it doesn’t look like she’ll have much of one anyway. She had very minimal bruising from the impact, and the doctor confirmed the rest of her eye was fine. It was a pretty harmless adventure into the world of toddler injuries!
Hopefully that’s the end of our adventures for a while, although Gabby’s school has reported a kid with head lice in her class over Christmas break so I have a feeling the fun isn’t quite over yet. There’s always something else! I hope 2015 brings us more boring, predictable days.
Merry Christmas and happy new year to everyone!