Big, Big, Booboo

Well. It was only a matter of time with two crazy, little boys. A trip to the hospital one day was inevitable. It was just two weeks ago that your daddy and I had debated: when, who, and why would we be taking our first trip to the hospital. Looks like we jinxed you with that conversation.

Church was cancelled today due to waxing of the school floors and GMBA campout going on. So, since it was a cloudy, drizzly day, we decided it was a perfect zoo day.

We had ridden the carousel, seen the giraffes and elephants, when we stopped by the zebras. There is a truck in front of the zebras, that if you climb in it, it feels like you're on safari. It's always pretty busy and you've never had a chance to play in it before. Well, since we had the zoo to ourselves practically, we decided to let you "hop" in (horrible pun and foreshadowing of what was to come).

 

After "driving" the truck, you wanted to climb in the back where daddy was sitting. There was a tiny incline in the back and you tried to jump over it, Wiley. Well, it was raining and your shoes, along with the truck, were all wet. You landed on the incline and slipped, falling right on your face. We knew immediately it was bad. Daddy scooped you up, while I asked, "Is it bleeding?" He took one look at you and answered, "Not yet, but he's about to be. Bad."

I quickly scooped you out of his hands and began a quick run to the restaurant which thank goodness was very close by. We ran into the bathroom for wet paper towels as blood began dripping down your face. My stomach turned when I finally looked at it and knew we would soon be off to the hospital. You had a pretty deep gash around your eye. Being that it was on your face, we didn't want to risk any horrible scarring and decided a trip to the ER was necessary. Daddy grabbed a cup of ice from the restaurant and we began a power walk back to the car.

Ryan, you were trying to understand what was going on and why Wiley was getting all the attention for his "big, big booboo," as we called it. You kept saying, "Mommy, me big booboo," and you pointed out any tiny scratch you could find on your body, wanting kisses too.

The children's hospital was only about fifteen / twenty minutes away, but it felt like it took hours to get there (the rain had really picked up at this point, making driving conditions not the safest). Once inside, you and I got hospital bracelets (Ryan, you again wanted to be included. Luckily, Mommy had a bracelet from the zoo that I was able to put on you, so you felt included). We were back into our room in five minutes tops. We had been told by our nurse, while walking us to our room, that the doctor would be in soon. But the doctor met us in the hallway too! We didn't have to wait one minute. Everyone was so wonderful - it was the first of many answered prayers.

While she washed your cut and pushed on your cheek, you didn't make a peep, Wiley. You were completely still and calm for her. She quickly deemed you "the best toddler of the weekend," letting us know it had been a more than challenging weekend for them and she was shocked at how cooperative you were.

We were so relieved to hear that there was no fracture, but it was definitely deep enough to need some attention. We had two choices: stitches or glue (we had prayed glue would be an option!). The cut was straight enough that she wasn't worried about scarring and thought gluing would be the best route for all parties involved. We absolutely agreed and she had you glued up in no time at all (Again, such a trooper and happy to watch the trucks and trains on the iPad. And again, Ryan got to join too.).

From the hospital, it was off to get some ice cream for our brave boy and his best buddy. We are all so thankful that our first trip to the hospital wasn't more serious. We were blown away by your bravery, Wiley. Now, if only we could slow you down a bit, because this Momma is going to be worried all week hoping you don't bump your eye!