The day from hell

So, it finally happened. The first ER visit. December 7th, 2013. My first real motherhood trauma. 

Preston was running down the hallway and apparently tripped and went face first into the boombox at the foot of his bed. I was in the kitchen washing dishes, heard the thunk, and immediately paused...waiting for cry, or the "I'm okay!" Unfortunately, it was an almost instantaneous blood-curdling scream. I found Preston face down and bleeding quite profusely from the mouth, with a disturbingly large laceration through his lip. And proceeded to have a complete panic attack. Luckily, Uncle Mike was on speed dial and smacked some sense into me. Once I finally got the bleeding to stop, I packed Preston in the car and headed to Upstate's pediatric ER. With a little intranasal sedation, he sat back and let the doc sew him up without incident. The most notable quote throughout the procedure was, "it's really bright in here." The doc declared Preston to be the best facial-laceration-patient he ever had, peds or adult. Unfortunately, once we got home and the local anesthetic and sedation wore off, Preston had a good deal of pain, and substantial swelling. And in the days that followed, developed an infection, then a rash, and then a whole-body rash thanks to amoxicillin. For a few days he looked like he had Ebola. Which I'm sure was a bit disconcerting to the other daycare parents, but luckily no one called the health department. He was fond of playing doctor in the ensuing days, administering intranasal medicine to me on several occasions. But when I asked him what it was, he told me chocolate. Which totally works for me. Here's a few shots from the day after injury (swelling and mood improved, infection beginning.)

I'm happy to report he has subsequently healed well and is seemingly unaffected by the entire debocle.