
This morning before church Chris turned around to get Dylan some cereal and Dylan fell of our bench at the table and found the baseboard with his head. . We hurried to the ER and he had to get 11 staples. It was pretty tramatic for all of us. Hayley couldn't handle it so her aunt Amy came and got her and they went and had a tea party to distract her. The doctor came in and said okay we are going to have you wrap him up in this sheet and your gonna have to sit on him. She wasn't kidding. So as three of us were holding him down she started stapling his head back together. I was counting in my head and they just kept on going. After she was done she started counting them but I already knew there were 11. But somehow he is still as happy as can be. He didn't get any pain medication or anything, they just numbed the wound. I will I could have that kind of pain tolerance. I am so not looking forward to next Sunday when we have to go get the staples removed :(
3 comments:
who, what, where?? OUCH!!
poor kid!!! ouch!
Poor little guy! Aren't kids the toughest? I know it's not fun now but it will sure make a great story to talk about for the years to come.
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