Ouch!

This morning, as we were getting ready to go, I was thinking to myself, gosh, things are going so smoothly this morning. Kiss of death - Collin and Conner came racing into the kitchen and Conner bashed his head against the corner of the kitchen counter. It was loud enough that I actually said Oh my God! and jumped. He of course burst into tears (as would anyone) and as I hugged him, I asked him where it hurt. He pointed to a spot that looked free of blood and I thought, whew, just a bruise and maybe a bump coming. So I hugged him some more and then he put his hand to his head and said it was wet. Sure enough, the ACTUAL area of injury was bleeding, so there was also blood all over me!

I cleaned him up (and then me) and it looked okay - just a bump and a forming scab over it. We went to school and I thought all was well. Then daycare called about 10am to say that it started to bleed again, so after some time applying pressure and checking with the school nurse, we agreed I should call the pediatrician. For whatever reason, they didn't have a doctor available between 11-2. Seems odd to me, considering I manage a clinic and can't imagine why I would ever stay open during that time period without a provider. No revenue coming in, but I'm still paying for staff time? That's fairly dumb!

I decided not to wait and walked down the hall to ask my lovely friend Allison (a nurse practitioner extraordinaire, although a little obsessed with boobs) if she would see him. She was nice enough to say yes, so I drove from Eagan to St. Paul, picked up Conner and drove back to Eagan. She took a look, said it was good - no glue or stitches needed, just a little spray-on bandaid and he'd be great. I took Conner to lunch at McDonald's (the bribe for being good) and then drove back to St. Paul to drop him at school and finally back to Eagan again. Whew!

Apparently, Collin also bashed his head today, but he just has a bruise - no gaping cuts.
Time for the christmas picture!