Yesterday, as Ben and the kids were getting ready to go skiing, Luke decided to go running through the family room full of skis and ski gear. Somehow, all of the stars aligned just right, and he sliced his toe on the edge of a ski.
When I say slice, I truly mean SLICE. Parts of his toe that should be inside were pushing their way outside.
It was a nasty sight, and poor Luke was hollering as loud as his little lungs could manage.
As with Sam's cut just a few days earlier (yeah, I know), the blood was unbelievable! Talk about deja vu!
I put Luke in the car, along with Mary (for some help with distracting Luke), and we headed to the Urgent Care.
The got us right in, and had the doctor look at it to make sure we didn't need to go to the ER, or to surgery to put parts of his toe back in. Yup, it was nasty.
The doctor decided to do the stitches right there in the office, and then we sat and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited.
Luke was happily playing with toys and drinking juice boxes, completely unaware of his severed toe soaking through towel after towel.
Luke was a great sport during the cleaning, and didn't cry.
The stitches were a whole different story. I had to lie on the table, with Luke on top of me. I had to bear hug him, so he couldn't thrash around too much.
He hated the numbing shots, and I don't blame him at all. He worked his hands free, and was thrashing so hard that he was continuously slapping me in the face over and over and over again. If it wasn't so sad, it would have been really funny!
The numbing didn't work, so the poor kid felt the first stitch.
In went two more numbing shots, smack went his hands on my face.
At one point I glanced over at Mary, who was giggling and taking pictures of the nurse with my phone. Apparently, she was putting the pictures into the fat face app. on my phone, and getting a kick out of it. I'm glad someone was amused...and obviously, very bored.
The numbing didn't work that time either, so Luke felt the second stitch too.
The doctor decided to forego a third stitch, to spare Luke.
Finally, it was over.
They wrapped Luke's foot up all nice and snug, and we headed home, where Luke immediately crashed and slept for a long time.
Today he is up and walking around, but keeps telling us to "look, but don't touch."
What a trooper. Poor Lukie boy!
Let's hope our stitches streak will take a vacation for a while now! Geesh!