At the top of the list of things I don’t get used to, I would place stopping fountains of blood coming from my son’s face and subsequent trips to the ER to stitch up the gashes.
It isn’t a new feeling, I’ve been sick to my stomach like this before. While getting dinner ready for the kid and myself this evening, he took a spill climbing into his chair and we were off to the races again. I was able to get the bleeding to stop here at the house with some medical tape but knew the 1-inch or longer slice needed medical attention.
With his mother (and the family nurse) at work, Cohen and I were left to figure it out ourselves. I don’t know how to even describe what his head will look like after this but it will be his third scar on his face before the age of two, by far the biggest and probably most noticeable.
Even describing it, I want to throw up. Not because it grosses me out, but the fact that I can’t figure out for the life of me how this keeps happening. Every time in the forehead region. How about a knee or elbow for goodness sake?
He’s supposed to start school this week but with 5 stitches in his forehead, I’m not sure they’ll even let him do that.
While there is/was nothing I could have done to prevent the issue, I still feel fully at fault. Even with so many other things going on in my life right now, the only thing on my mind tonight is that I hope it heals with the least amount of scarring possible.
To C, if you ever happen to read this – I apologize for the pain you endured tonight and the mark that you will be left with, if I could have done more I would have.