Nutter Butter goes to the ER!

In my 3.5 years of being a parent, I've managed to avoid the dreaded trip to the ER.  Granted, I've made a few "same day" trips to the pedi, and 1 trip to Urgent Care, but that's been it.

Until Saturday.

We were at my mom's for our weekly visit, enjoying a peaceful evening of eating sushi, corn dogs, watching Lost and Veggie Tales. 

It was one of those surreal moments where I kinda remember exactly what I was doing, but more perfectly remember the THUD sound and the scream.

I didn't see it happen, I just know Ashton was picking himself up off the floor next to the chest my mom has in her living room.  Apparently Clayton pushed him while they were playing and....oops.  It took me a minute to figure out where he hurt himself, and I was hoping it was just a bump and that was it.  Then I saw the outer corner of his right eye....a nasty split.

My mom managed to get some frozen peas into a bag for me to hold on his eye, and made the decision that I needed to bring him to the ER because it was gaping and so close to his eye.  So I called Brendan, told him what happened and what we were doing, threw Ashton in the car, said a quick good-bye to Clayton and mom and we were out the door.

The thing about ER's....they're not very fast.  We waited at least a hour, if not longer to get called back, then the time with the nurse and doctor took all of 10 minutes.  The doctor decided he didn't need stitches, just a quick super glue job and he'd be good as new.  There's nothing worse that hearing the panicked cries of your 1.5 year old as he's being held down by strangers to get a wound cleaned then glued shut.  The good thing though, as soon as it was over and he had a popsicle in his hand, all was forgotten.

We got home around 11pm, and this is how he looked:

Not  terrible, but not awesome either.  I ended up putting a bandaid over it yesterday because he kept wanting to touch it and pick at the glue while saying "owie eye".  It was starting to turn black and blue around lunchtime.  :o(

Here's how he looked late last night when he was sleeping.  Ignore the sweaty hair...he's a human hot box.

Anyway, he'll live another day and everyone has said that won't be our last trip to the ER.  However, I hope it's the last one for at least another 3.5 years.
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