Stitches and Scars

First of all: the last week did not work out very well creativity-wise. I had thought that with the boys being back at school, I could start doing my stuff again. Not really. The house screamed, “Tidy me!!” in a very loud voice, and being me, I cannot sit at my computer and write while someone is screaming. So I started clearing away the Christmas mess (not speaking of the Christmas tree itself), the toys that had accumulated in the living room, the washing that had piled up in the washing basket… that sort of stuff. At the beginning of the week I still thought that if I worked really hard I could squeeze in some creativity days – but at point I just decided to let go and work my way through the house with a relaxed mind instead.

So now I am finally surfacing again.

What also happened last week (and here I am arriving at my point at last) is that our older one has had his first stitches. We got a call from school that he had slipped in classroom (due to some wetness on the floor and probably a decent amount of silly behaviour) and hit the corner of a table with his chin. Ouch. When I arrived he was sitting there with a big plaster on his chin and a very pale face. I took a look, and although the blood was not streaming out any more, to me it seemed to be a bit more than his usual scratches. So off we went to the doctor, who first thought it could be glued together (yes! I thought, no needles, we got lucky), but after a closer look decided it was too deep. In the end it needed four stitches. My brave boy carried himself very manly, not flinching at the needle from the anaesthetic, not flinching at the stitches themselves. I could see he was concentrating.

When we got out I fed him some sugary candy and praised him a lot.  The rest of the day he was quiet, but ok, only complaining a little that chewing hurt (luckily we had soup for dinner). He needed some extra cuddling and talking time when going to bed though. We talked about the stitches his dad had when he was a boy (being hit by a croquet mallet on the forehead once!). I told him the stitches would come out after a week (he was satisfied with that). 

Since then we have applied various plasters to prevent chafing. He is all up and bouncy again and the stitches will go out tomorrow.

Two things are still on my mind tough.

One: I am surprised how calm we both stayed, my boy and me. I would have thought at least one of us would be freaking out. Granted, according to the teacher he was quite shocked at first, but he handled the whole stitching up part really well. I am very proud. As for myself I felt quite calm during the whole thing, very sure that everything would go well. Although one has to say that his teacher got the really hard part – administering first aid, mopping up the blood (“5 tissues, mum!” he told me later, quite impressed).

Two: It is funny how everyone reacts. When hearing of the stitches almost everyone says: “Oh, he is a man! It will look interesting on him.” Isn’t that funny? Even more so that I think along the same lines. I mean, chances are that there will be a small scar remaining, but it will be under his chin, which is not your most visible part of the face anyway… and yes, he is a boy. Boys are allowed to have a (small?) scar and are still considered cute. I mean, is good that it is that way, but what if he was a girl? Would they then say, “Oh, what a shame, she was so pretty before” or what? What kind of crazy difference does gender make here? But as I said, I am guilty too… I would probably worry more if he was a girl… feeling ashamed at myself.

Above all, I am really relieved he did not knock out any teeth or hit is head or something like that. Considering the cirucmstances, he was lucky, and I am grateful for that. Accidents like this show us how vulnerable we are all, especially our children.  But I choose not to worry more about them now, because it would not help anway. I just hope their luck (or their guardian angel) stays with us.

7 thoughts on “Stitches and Scars

  1. So glad he’s okay! Hugs to you. It is frightening, thinking of all the things that can go wrong with our kids. You’re right, you have to choose to not dwell on it.

    • Thanks! – Funny thing is, little one almost cannot stand to look at the stitches (and he is Mr. Cool!). So I explained to him how the bits sticking out of it will come out soon and that it will look better then. He still is very much impressed though.

      • We’ve actually had very little in the way of accidents in my family, even with 3 boys. But we’ve had a couple of minor injuries, and my youngest had his forehead split open with a rock once at a park day 😦 So much blood… I’m so bad with emergencies, almost useless. It’s my least favorite part of parenting. It’s nice to have more people around to help in case something goes wrong. My 11 yr old hurt his teeth quite severely while skateboarding a year ago and that was an experience I still get queasy thinking about. But miraculously they’re mostly fixed so alls well that ends well 🙂 I guess we can always be grateful that something wasn’t worse.

  2. Glad to hear he is okay! I remember when my son was 2 years old, he was running around the house and slipped, banged his forehead on the stairs and blood was just gushing out. I just panicked. It was a good thing that the nanny was there and she got a towel and tried to apply pressure on the wound. I tried calling my husband on my cell phone but I couldn’t dial his phone properly that I threw my phone to the floor. I took him to the hospital and thankfully it did not require stitches but he still has the scar until now (he is 8yo). I have learned my lesson that day. Whew!

    • My older one had a fall from the stairs when he was not even 2. Luckily he only got a bump on his head… but I can still see him tumbling down, head first … my heart almost stopped, I was so scared. Some things we never forget.

  3. Yes, Choosing, you’re right about the boy/girl scar thing. I’m guilty of it too, but have no explanation.
    You’re also right about being lucky he didn’t knock a tooth out. My youngest son, the only one out of four who didn’t need braces, knocked out a front tooth while mountain biking in the woods. Of course he and his friends couldn’t find the tooth in the deep fall leaves. I think a squirrel picked it up and now has an egg-tooth. It cost thousands for an implant for the boy who had perfect teeth.
    I’m glad all turned out well.

    • That’s exactly what I meant: tooth accidents… shudder! I am hoping we are going to be spared those (although family tradition is against it: my husband broke off half a tooth while surfing). For now I am just glad the stitches are out and everything looks like it is healing properly.

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