“Is the wound gaping?”
Thats what the Kaiser advice nurse asked when I called to ask if we just go straight to the closest Kaiser if we have a toddler who probably needs stitches in the newly opened wound on his forehead.
Last night, Tommy, Tyson and I went out with two good friends, Jaime and Justin to Burlingame to get some dinner at Urban Bistro and hang. Fast forward to Tyson running around and playing outside of Yogurtland, tripping and falling square into a bench.
He he split his forehead open. Tommy did a quick eval, deduced he needed a stitch or two, and we left to the ER, per the Kaiser advice nurse’s direction. But that’s after Tommy walks up with a crying Tyson in his arms, after I see Tyson with a stream of blood going dead center down his face, crying and reaching for comfort. After I watch Tom check his face, say he needs stitches, then say he needs to check his pupils (?!) 🙁
Looking back, it was a pretty smooth first injury for Tyson. We called the right people, had the right insurance cards and records available quickly, got Tyson taken care of with no bumps. The ER visit itself was pretty easy. Lots of love out to the ER squad at Kaiser SSF yesterday night around 10pm. They were great with Tyson. Luckily, no stitches needed – just some Dermabond (very similar to this one, if not the same but hospital version).. AKA super glue. Haha, Tommy was loving it. It’s exactly what he probably would’ve done if he had to make the call.
You know, until last night, I’ve never actually thought about how lucky and grateful I am to have Tommy on my team as my co-parent. I could’ve easily freaked the fuck out when I saw Tyson all bloody, but simply knowing Tommy’s background and the confidence I had in him and he in himself to assess injuries and other medical ailments kept me cool. Whenever I feel like Tyson’s fever is so high, or he might be in pain or sick, etc, it wrecks me, but I take such unconscious, but now newly conscious, comfort in Tom’s previous experience as a combat medic in the Army.
I made the joke that I feel bad for parents who are both in different fields or backgrounds than medical or emergency-type responses. It’s fucked up, but I kind of mean it – in not a doucebag way though. It must be scary. It’s scary even with a medic (who’s been eye to eye with responding to war injuries) next to me. I can’t imagine what it’s like to go through something as not scary as a busted forehead to something even more scary without someone who was already experienced in trauma.
Anyways. Phew. What a night. So thankful it’s nothing more than a wound and a cool scar.