the laceration sensation

last night was a huge reminder to me that i have a rambunctious little boy.

my parents have been in town since saturday and we were spending some time at my aunt's house.  we were all in the living room and everton, being his cute clumsy self, tripped over air and fell right into the sharp corner of the coffee table.

my child started hootin and hollerin.  he started gushing blood and i was in a panic.  we were actually in a little debate as to whether or not everton needed stitches.  we decided that we should at least get it checked out.  thank freakin goodness my parents were there, to comfort me and to drive us to the hospital.  we were in spanish fork so we assumed they had somewhat of an urgent care center or something.  they did, and they were already closed, at 3pm.  what the freak kind of urgent care center closes at 3?  they definitely didn't have a hospital so we had to go to provo's urgent care.  the doc decided that everton's wound was indeed a laceration and that we would have to take him to the ER to be sedated and to get stitches.  and so we were on our way, just across the street.

a lollipop soothes all of everton's troubles.  but some ben and jerry's chocolate therapy ice cream would soothe mine.  my heart was in my stomach the whole night.  and the little piste han (filipino word for silly kid) was running around the waiting room and had fallen on his cushy diapered bum.  then some old dude was like, "now i can see how he cut his head."  you got it buddy.

my parents did an excellent job taming down any hyper energy everton had left over.

seeing him sedated wigged me out.  his eyes were still open but his body looked lifeless, it made me so glum and yes of course teary eyed!  everton got 5 stitches

but he was getting hilarious as the doc stitched him up.  at random times everton would raise up his little legs or arms and even started oohing and aahing.

after the procedure we had to wait about 30mins for him to get out of his loopiness .

question, is this real life?

when he was able to hold his head up and drink some juice we were allowed to go home.  we stopped by mcdonalds for a late night dinner and i gave everton a french fry and he started suckin on it like a straw.  still feelin loopy everton?  the accident occurred at around 7.30pm and we got back to my aunt's house at 12.30am.  oh how lovely waiting in hospitals can be.  we tossed everton in his bed and it was lights out everton.  thanks be to drugs for knocking him out.  i felt so bad for brett though, he was back at home in tooele and couldn't be there to give everton additional loves.  

the sorority girl.

 we're home now and everton doesn't know what hit him, well at least, what he fell into.

you be careful piste han!
did you know that when i was younger i slipped and ran into the corner of the wall busting my right eyebrow as well.  everton's such a copycat.