in stitches

First, you must know that Isaac is a very funny boy.  He keeps us in stitches.

And then you need to know that he is currently sporting stitches!  His first significant injury... running, playing and then falling - head first into a knee high concrete wall.

We were at a Christmas party and I was inside talking with a friend.  I looked out the windows and saw Matt holding a bleeding crying Isaac.  I walked out to take a look.  One glance at the wound and my eyes connected with Matt's.

"He needs stitches."
"Yep."
Neither of us have one iota of medical background, but both of us knew that a hole that large wasn't going to be helped by a band aid.

I walked back inside, handed Luke off to a friend and hailed a nurse who happened to be at the party.  She quickly confirmed we needed medical help.

It took a bit to get in touch with the international clinic after hours doctor, and we juggled hungry Luke, flustered John Paul, and bleeding Isaac with the help of some good friends.  Julianna and Lydia were pleasantly distracted and played hard while we took phone calls and tried to make a game plan.  [Complicating factor: Matt was speaking at an event that started in about two hours.]

By 6pm I was at the clinic and Isaac was calm, listening to audio stories on my phone.

He earned four stitches on his temple.  Sooooo thankful for this wonderful doctor who came in on a Saturday night to work on my sweet boy.   He put Isaac (wrapped up like a mummy and lying under a bright light) at ease.  By the time the lidocaine kicked in and he started his work Isaac was chattering away. 

Issaac and I got home a bit late, took over from dear friends who stepped in to sit with our sleeping children while Matt spoke, and then I started back in on birthday party prep... for the next day was Julianna's birthday-party-day and there was a bit of getting-ready work to do.

48 hours later and apart from the continual band aid presence and nightly cleaning of the wound you would never know anything happened.  Isaac has not slowed down one notch.  Stitches come out next Monday and we'll have a better idea of what the scar might look like.

Is this not the perfect picture?  Can you see why my stitched up boy keeps us in stitches?!?!?

Birthday party pics and recap to come :)  We've got a chock full week with Matt working long hours early in the week and some travel at the end.  In North Dakota we'd say "uffda".  Because I don't handle the long hours + husband travel + five littles solo mothering very well.