Emergency Visit #5...or maybe 6.

Sam slipped while entering the pool last night at Uncle Michael's house. He fell back and whacked the back of his head on the side of the pool (which just happens to be edged in river rock. Ouch.) Mr. GP made it to him immediately and fished him out of the water. By the time we had his feet on the ground, he was covered in blood and looked like something out of the movie Carrie. Head wounds bleed so profusely, plus he was wet. In retrospect, it's kinda funny. He really looked like something out of a horror movie. He had blood running in his face to the point that he couldn't open his eyes (yes, the gash was on the back of his head.) His entire torso and back were covered in blood. The cousins/sibings were all screaming/fretting almost as bad as Sam. Jack, on the other hand, ambles over to check out the scene and goes, "We get to keep swimming, right Mom? We're not leaving are we?" Sort of amusing, since his brother was covered in blood.

Being our 4th such head injury, I knew immediately that he would need several stitches or staples. Mr. GP adamantly opposed a trip to the ER. "It'll close up on it's own." Uhm. Ok. Men (rolling my eyes!)
I left immediately to take him to the hospital. The little red monster had intermittent bouts of bravery, occassionally pausing to whimper (or whail) "But I want to keep my old head. I like the one I've got. I don't need a new brain."
Sigh.
Our E.R. visit is another entry in itself (scarey, scarey people--the person in the adjoining room separated by a curtain was having some sort of Meth meltdown. Yay!) Anyhoo. Long story made a little shorter, Sam is the happy recipient of 2 staples in his head. I was so proud of him. The other time he had stitches involved 4 nurses, a large doctor and myself trying to restrain him, he was put in one of the pediatriac papoose, straight jackets, which he levitated out of 3 different times, and we were told never to come back to that branch of Quik Care again, etc.

While we waited on the doc this time, we talked about it hurting and how he was just going to have to "take it." When the the time came, they cleaned the wound. Then they opened up the wound and made 3 injections of numbing medicine INTO the hole that nearly sent him over the edge. Bless his heart, he just laid there on his tummy, face down and took it like a man (while screaming like someone off of Braveheart.) The stapling occured immediately after the numbing injections (which apparently hadn't kicked in yet.) Yep. More blood curdling screams, but he laid there like a soldier and squeezed my hand in two. I was so proud of him. When it was all over he shook the doctor's hand and told him, "Thanks for not letting my brains fall out."