stitches

Last Sunday we were unwinding from the weekend. Leo was on a conference phone call with his family, the boys were upstairs playing and I was "putting around" doing various odds and ends around here. Michael came downstairs and showed me that he had a small (tiny) cut on his finger. I bandaged him up and scolded him about playing with knives. (he had found Leos small (tiny) pocket knife upstairs and decided to "check it out". About 5 minutes later Kogan comes running down the stairs yelling that Michael was "bleeding all over his band aid". I told him that it wasn't bleeding and that I already had a band aid on his cut. (It's fair to say that I was confused...) Then we heard Michael crying and screaming. Leo and I ran upstairs and found Michael crying with his hand in the bathroom sink dripping blood. (again, I was confused, after all I had just cleaned and bandaged his tiny cut which barely even showed through the skin). I rinsed off his cut and then saw that it was a new (way bigger) cut. I grabbed a towel and put pressure on it and it wouldn't stop bleeding. I even did the old "hold your hand over your head" trick, but no luck, still lots of blood. I knew that this was out of my control, so I ran downstairs and threw on some clothes, grabbed Michael's i-pod and shuttled Michael out to the car. He wasn't crying anymore and put in his earphones and listened to his i-pod while I drove frantically to the E.R.. In the waiting room he said that after he first cut his finger, he went back upstairs to "put the knife away, so that Nathan wouldn't cut himself". **yes, I know, I've raised caring little human beings. It was a good concept, except that he went to close it and pushed on the blade, thus causing his ghastly wound! Leo said that there was blood dripped all over his desk and the floor. THANK GOD we had just put wood laminate floors down, otherwise our white carpet would've looked like a cat had been skinned alive up there! Thankfully the waiting room at the E.R. wasn't very busy (It was 10pm at night by now!) After weighing him, measuring him, taking his oxygen levels and blood pressure (geesh!) they finally put us in a room and the nurse came in to peek. She left and then came in the "money lady". She asked for $100.00 (cash, check or charge of course!). After forking over my debit card, the nurse came back in pushing a cart with all sorts of goodies on it. (thank goodness that they had me pay first, that's very important! blah! ) Michael was so brave. He just watched the Disney Channel on the little TV that they had in the room. The nurse said that he needed 3 stitches and Michael barely even looked at her. She numbed up his finger, and my brave Michael Bug barely even flinched. She quickly stitched him up, all the while complaining about the new "Showtime" cable show about a nurse being hooked on drugs, and how she was going to write to the producers, blah, blah, blah..I was trying not to pass out watching her sew up my baby! She could have been speaking Chinese for all I cared.. Finally we were done and she let us leave. Michael skipped happily out to the car..and I mean literally skipped..It was 11 pm and I was worn out, but laughed so hard at this little boy of mine..I was just thinking how I had a paper cut the day before and was crying (just a little) as Leo "doctored" my finger up..and how much more Michael's cut must have hurt! He came home and proudly showed his bandaged up finger to his brothers. I gave him some Tylenol and sent him to bed. The next morning, I cut off the wrappings to clean his finger and put some neosporin on it and re bandage it. I almost gagged! It looked like he had 3 black spiders crawling out of his finger! (literally!) ewww! he had to go around the neighborhood to show his friends his stitches before he let me bandage him back up. It's now Friday and he's ready to get them out. (The nurse gave me the scissors and tweezers needed to remove them on Monday). Thankfully it's healing and he hasn't had much pain at all. You know, I'm going to start being leery about summers around here now. Last summer Kogan broke his arm the first week of summer, and now Michael got stitches..I guess that I'm thankful that we haven't had stitches before this! People keep telling me that "boys will be boys"..but I sure don't like this part. I'm still very proud of Michael though..brave, sweet boy!