Stitches

Well, Olive wins the prize for being the first of my kiddos to get a "serious" injury. On Tuesday, March 20 she was at my mom's house playing and ran into the rounded edge of a wood coffee table.  She split open her face, just above her eyebrow.  Poor girl.

I was happy I did not know about her injury until after it happened.  I think I would have freaked out if I saw her face open and bleeding.

On the day it happened my dad was putting in a culvert in the middle of our driveway so we would no longer have to drive through an arroyo every day (thanks Dad! :))  So we made plans to be home bound for the morning while he dug up the road.   Scott got the kids dressed and walked them over to my parent's house at about 9:00 as he does most Tuesday mornings.   At 10:00 am Axl and I laid down to take a nap.  At about 10:15 Scott rushed into our bedroom and grabbed his wallet and sunglasses and then left.  I figured he forgot about an appointment he had or maybe my dad needed his help putting in the culvert.  So I proceeded to take a short 30 minute nap with Axl and then sneak in a quick shower while he continued to sleep.  After my shower I realized it was almost 11:30 and Scott wasn't home yet so I called him and he told me that he was at the Dr's Office with Olive getting stitches!  He let me talk to her and she was in good spirits waiting for the nurse to come back in and give her a shot to numb her little face.  She told me that she was going to get some ice cream when they left the dr. and was excited.

It didn't take too long before Scott was home and Olive was back at my mom's house playing with Grandma and Logan.  Scott said she screamed bloody murder when she got her shot and the whole time she was being stitched up...poor girl was so scared.


We made an appointment for the following Monday morning to have the stitches removed.   Again, Olive screamed bloody murder during the whole procedure.  That evening when Scott was getting Olive ready for bed he noticed a tiny piece of a stitch was still left so he tried to get it out but couldn't.  I took her back to the dr, that night to have it removed and again she was so scared she screamed the whole time.  The dr. was able to get the stitch out with a needle and it was so tiny you could barely see the stitch on the tip of the needle.  THEN, on Wednesday morning as Scott was getting Olive dressed he noticed ANOTHER piece of a stitch left.  Back to the dr.  This time the piece was stuck in a scab and significantly bigger so the nurse was able to soak the scab and then remove the stitch with tweezers.  Olive still cried, but this time it was just crying and not screaming.   Poor girl.  It broke my heart to hold her down and try to convince her that she was okay when she was so scared and hurting.  She got over it very quickly though, and unfortunately has a scar to remind her to "slow down" as my mom always says.

We are treating her scar with Bio Oil and hoping it will get smaller as her little face gets bigger.