Today we went to the urgent care center to remove Cash's stitches. Last Friday night while Cash was running in the kitchen, he fell and slid into the stone archway around the stovetop. His forehead basically collided with a stone wall and started gushing blood immediately. It wasn't a very long cut, only about half an inch, but extremely deep. After a couple of hours of bleeding through his butterfly bandage we, I, took him to see the doctor. Why is it always me that gets to endure these types of medical torture sessions?
Cash was a trooper until he had to be laid on the table for the examination. The torture session began when the nurses proceeded to strap him down from head to toe in a blue velcro body wrap. Cash was at this point screaming bloody murder. If this wasn't enough, he then received three shots on his forehead to numb the area. Cash is screaming even louder. The doctor keeps shoving her whole index finger repeatedly into the wound to make sure he can't feel the pain. Cash is screaming even louder if that is possible. They keep assuring me that he can't feel it. The doctor applies the first suture and does some more shoving of the finger. More screaming! I ask again and they say he can't feel a thing and that Cash is only screaming because he's strapped down. Enter the second suture and Cash gives an immediate screeching yell and now the doctor realizes that Cash does feel the pain. They had not given him enough medication to numb the area. This is very hard for me to even type right now and I can't even begin express the emotion I was feeling at the time. My poor sweet baby was then given two more shots on the forehead before his third and final stitch. After he was released from his "chamber," I was never so relieved to hold my baby.
That evening Cash woke up from the pain immediately after his Tylenol had worn off. Other than that, you would not know anything was wrong with him except for the evidence on his forehead. He's actually loving the fact that he hasn't had to do the horrible hair washing deed that he so dreads at bath time. I unfortunately lost the photo of his mohauk hairdo before the suture removal procedure. There was no water, gel, or any other products in it except his own dirty, smelly, greasy, day six hair. Very organic! Ha!
