First "Real" Owie...

Since I haven't taken many pictures recently... and I want to write my first blog... we will write about Chacey's first owie (of any significance anyway). And FYI those who are unfamiliar... you can click on the pictures to make them bigger!!!

Chacey has been quite the klutz lately... tripping over her feet, falling into furniture/bath tubs, shutting her fingers in things, etc.


So, it came as no surprise when she took a tumble into a coffee table one day. Apparently it didn't really phase her though... she stayed pretty happy!





This was on the way to the Children's Mercy Urgent Care @ about 5:30 PM.




When we first got there, they immediately put this lovely bandage on her head and directed us to a room. We then sat in the tiny room (with no toys except for two crayons -- not even any paper to use the crayons on) for about an hour. Then the doctor came in and poked around on Chacey while she screamed bloody murder... not because she was in any pain... just because she didn't want him to even look at her.


Finally, the doctor decides that with the width of the wound, stitches would be necessary. Nowadays, they would normally use glue on these wounds, but apparently there are three criteria that make this not possible: (1) when the area is in hair - like eyebrows, (2) if it is too close to the eye - like eyebrows, and (3) if it is a movable part - like eyebrows.

By this time, about 8:00, we had a VERY hungry kid. The doctor didn't want her to eat anything solid, so we were given a hospital gown, a bright orange slushy, and an Elmo's World DVD. They taped numbing gel to the area and left us in the room for forty minutes... for those forty minutes, Chacey thought she was in heaven. What kid wouldn't love Elmo's World and orange slushies!!! Her fingers are pointed in the picture because she was dancing...

Finally, they were able to "do the procedure." Four stitches, across the eyebrow. I had to leave the room... couldn't watch. She was a trooper though. They wrapped her in a sheet to make a "baby burrito," as they were calling it. It just held her arms down. She cried, but not as much as I expected (I was standing outside with my ear to the door). They kept telling her to "focus on Elmo" and she did!



When it was all done... she was as good as new!!!