Well, Gretchen's cut was still open this morning, so I decided to call the pediatrician just to ask if that was normal. It was Wednesday night, so about 30 hours had passed. You don't get to talk to a live person - you have to leave a message on the nurse's phone and wait for a reply. It was only about 25 minutes this time - some kind of record for this practice, in my experience with them.
The nurse on the other end of the phone was almost frantic. I mean, this is my kid and I was more calm than she was. She said I needed to bring her in immediately!! I said, "Well, she's at school and it's only a half day. Do you have any afternoon appointments?"
"Yes, we do, but you don't want to wait! You cannot mess around with something like this!" I asked again for like a 12:30. It was going to be 9:00 before I could get there at this point anyway. Nope, she insisted that they had to see Gretchen ASAP. Took the 9:00 appointment.
So, I called school and told them I'd be over in 10 minutes to pick her up. I had to pull her out of computer class. At first, she was OK with that. She even told me, "A doctor's appointment is more important than computer class", but as the waiting for the doctor wore on, she was more and more sad about having to leave the lesson. And, getting a little apprehensive about missing the R show and tell. (Different letter each week.) I brought her back to school just in time for it. They even asked her to go next because all her friends missed her so much. Oh, when I was driving them home, she was telling me that - and Carl piped up and said, "Sister, I missed you so much when you were gone." I am very glad they are in the same class this year.
We got to the doctor's in time for our 9:00 appointment. Even got taken back pretty quickly. She weighed 49 lbs with her clothes on. In her jammies at the ER the other night, she was 48 lbs. A nurse came in and took our info quickly. She asked me,
"Has anything changed since you visit in August?" and I asked back, "You mean the citywatertwocatsliveswithbothparentsnogunsinthehouse line of questioning?" And she smiled and said,
"Yes". "Nope, no changes." And that was it!!! No one else asked me the gazillion questions! Technically, she didn't ask me either. Whoa!!
Then we waited for a PA. I liked her. She took one look at it and said, "They should have glued this in the ER." I told her that the doctor told Lew it was too shallow and too irregular for stitches. She told me you will never ever see an ER doctor stitch on a child's face. But, she couldn't believe he wasn't willing to glue it. She said, had it been glued when it was brand new, it could have healed perfectly.
Now, it had 30+ hours to begin healing. But, she still felt it was a good candidate for gluing. She bopped out of the room and came right back with our regular pediatrician. I like him, too. She asked him if it looked like a good time for (insert really long technical name here). He looked at her with his eyebrows all wrinkled up and said, "What?" She replied, "Glue." "Oh. I always call it glue. I didn't know it had a long technical term." Even though he was unaware of the name, he totally agreed it needed to be glued. He said, "We will have to clean it really good first." In other words... that might hurt.
She didn't cry then. She didn't cry until the PA was almost done. I think by then the iodine was starting to sting. But, it looks really good. They did tell me several times that it won't heal perfectly because it has had 30+ hours to heal already. The edges were already healing up, so they wouldn't stick together.
When they took the bandaid off her face, it left 2 red patches. I had changed it several times since she was hurt. (She came home from the ER with only a regular bandaid... today, the PA was surprised they wouldn't even butterfly suture it for her.) I told the PA that I have an allergy to adhesives and she said it looks like Gretchen has either an adhesive or a latex sensitivity. So, I was even happier to have the glue in place. No more bandaid. I hope none of that adhesive got into the cut. If something like that happened to me, it would become inflamed very quickly. Stick-um and open cuts/hangnails/bug bites... have all left me having to see a doctor for a prescription to get rid of the reaction. I hope it doesn't build quickly in Gretchen. I wasn't affected until after college. The PA gave me some cream to put on her face that should take the redness away.
I feel bad for not bringing her in yesterday, but I was following hte ER doctor's directions. Today's doctors even told me we did everything right. Took her to the ER. Followed that doctor's directions. It was the doctor who dropped the ball when he said "put neosporin on it." They told me not to feel bad about not bringing her in yesterday. I had a mammogram in the morning and I didn't want to cancel it on such short notice, so I was willing to listen to the ER doctor.
Lew is pretty pissed off at that ER doctor, too. He will be writing a letter. He is very good at that.
The take away lesson here is: Always follow up an ER visit the very next morning at your real doctor. Since it was our very first, I guess we didn't know that. 2 kids, almost 6 years and this visit was the very first. Not a bad record, eh?
I still am not putting up the original shot. It is not bloody, just kind of icky. I can't believe the ER doc referred to it as "shallow". I feel it has a definite puncture spot right in the center. Oh, she has a pretty big bruise on her upper shoulder now, too. Ouch!
Sporting a bandaid. This is exactly how the ER sent her home.
Check this out.. this is after we moved her bed, tucked her in with the sheets all the way into the frame and had her sleeping right up against the wall. Yes, she is asleep. I often come in to find her sitting up, slumped over and sound asleep. But, if she sat up too fast, she'd probably still roll out of bed. Gee..... wonder why we haven't bunked these beds yet?
Here she is today after getting it glued. It looks really good! I hope the scar is tiny. It's right in the end of her eyebrow, so the PA felt it wouldn't be noticeable as she grows.
The nurse got her face scar when she was 4. A kid threw on of those little wooden peg game boards at her face. The PA got her face scar when her older brother pushed her out of the back of a moving pick-up-truck. I got my face scar when I was running and fell onto the TV. All of us in the room had a story, so why not Gretchen, too, right? Gretchen got her face scar falling out of bed. tee hee... it does sound funny.
Not as glamorous as a moving pick-up truck, that's for sure!