Sunday, April 20, 2008

Miles: A noise with stitches on it


Friday, while I was making lunch, the kids were running a muck downstairs. Miles fell, as toddlers often do, and hit his mouth on the bottom edge of the entertainment center. His top teeth went into his bottom lip and the edge of the entertainment center went up into his bottom lip, meeting his teeth in the middle. I met Matt at his pediatrician's office and they sent us to Primary Childrens' ER. Luckily, we were able to drop the girls off at Charise's. 5 hours later, Miles emerged from the ER with 4 stitches in his bottom lip.
The doctors and nurses were fantastic! Everybody loved him, as expected, and took turns holding him. He had his first crush on the first doctor we saw. She was pretty cute! He is usually really shy around strangers, but he was smiling at her and talking to her the whole time! When it was finally time to sedate him so they could stitch him up, they pushed Ketamine through an IV in his hand. He would knock out for about a minute or two, then wake right up screaming again. They gave him 4 or 5 times the normal dose, which was fine. They were singing to him and holding his hands, and talking to him the whole time. We could not have asked for better doctors and nurses.
Miles has not, as of yet, noticed the stitches in his lip. They are bright blue, so everybody else notices them! He is not in pain or discomfort, and is the same happy Miles!!

4 comments:

Stacie said...

OUCH!! (This is Matt's friend, Stacie.) I can't believe how much Miles looks like his dad! That story makes me cringe, poor guy. How awesome to have nurses and doctors that were such a help. What a trooper!

J.Ammon said...

Something tells me this will all end with Miles pulling a long string of puss out of his lip...

Stacie said...

Ha! That is so funny! I was thinking that exact same thing when I read the story but didn't know if Matt remembered it! Then again, how could one forget pulling puss out of one's lip?

Dana Hewitt said...

Poor little guy! What a trooper.