I feel myself start to panic just a little but then I hear Payton's panicked cry behind me, "Mommy, there is so much blood." I snapped out of panic mode really quick and knew I had to stay calm. I picked up Lincoln, grabbed a washcloth, started applying pressure, and went back out to the kitchen for my phone.
My first thought was, "I need to get Lincoln to the hospital, but how do I get him there and still apply pressure to his head." So I called my friend, neighbor, and nurse to see if she could come over and help me but unfortunately her phone was on silent and she didn't notice my call. Next I called another friend of mine and asked her if she could come over and help me. Fortunately, she was in her car with all her girls already and headed right over.
I called Dave and told him that I needed him to come home, that Lincoln gashed open his forehead, and I needed to get him to the hospital. He said, "Call 911!"
I call 911 and they went over how to control/stop the bleeding while they sent the EMTs to our house. My friend, Jessie, was the first to get here. She took one look at Lincoln and said, "Hey Payton, do you want to come to my house and play?" Payton was ready to go. As Jessie was getting Payton into the car the firetrucks pulled up. I was so glad when they got here. I hadn't realized how bad I was shaking until they took over.
Fortunately, Lincoln was fine and was just going to need some stitches. They said we didn't need to take the ambulance and that we could just take him. Dave had called his dad who got here about that time and said he could take us. So the EMT cleaned and bandaged up Lincoln's head for the trip.
This is a picture of Lincoln after he had been cleaned up but before the stitches. At this point he had been examined by the PA. She had taken us into a room pulled back the bandage the EMTs had put on him, then walked out of the room. As soon as she left the room I looked down and he had started bleeding again. Evidently, when she pulled back the bandage she pulled it open again...
Dave and I start frantically looking around for something to put on it and couldn't find anything. I finally noticed the paper towel dispenser hanging on the wall and pointed it out to Dave. It was a motion activated one and it seemed that no amount of dancing in front of the thing was going to get it to spit out any paper towels. It was certainly funny to watch Dave try though. ;o) Eventually, it did spit out about 6 inches of paper towel and right after Dave hit jack pot and found the drawer with the gauze.
We ended up having to wait a little while for the plastic surgeon to come. Dave insisted that we wait for one instead of just letting anyone do it. At first I thought he was just being silly, but after watching the plastic surgeon stitch him up I am glad we waited. Lincoln was such a trooper, as long as no one touched his head he was happy as a clam. Dave was so smart and thought to bring a Nook with a bunch of kids movies. So Lincoln just sat and watched movies while we waited.
They ended up having to put him in a papoose to do the stitches. Once they injected the pain killers he just sat there and let them stitch him. But as they were injecting the pain killers I wasn't sure the papoose was going to hold him. Kids are so strong.
He ended up with about 20 stitches. I hope we do not have anymore calls to 911, this was the second time I had to call for Lincoln in 9 months. Yikes!