once bitten
I've just put the dude to bed. He's dressed in the most adorable onesie, dark blue with horizontal white stripes. He looks like he's recently escaped from baby prison, convicted of extreme cuteness.
The excitement of the day came early, at 9am. He was downstairs with his daddy, and I heard a great serious-business wail from upstairs. I came down a minute or two later (okay I assumed it was something normal) to see the poor dude on his daddy's lap with blood on the collar of his sleepsuit and a calm, slightly stunned look on his face. Cookieman looked slightly more traumatized. "He's bitten his tongue. He was sitting on the floor, then he fell backward, hit his head on the floor, and bit his tongue."
I took a look. And yes, he had bitten it. He'd sank both of his front teeth into the flesh of his tiny tongue, leaving a great, deep, flappy gash near the front of it. I can't describe how freaky it looked. We were both in a bit of a 'wtf do we do' panic.
We finally took him to the local emergency NHS walk-in centre. We'd read up on it and saw they only do stitches or anything for tongues if they have been bitten straight through, and this didn't look like it was (though, to be honest, it looked close.) I just wanted to take him to be sure, because god forbid we not take him then something happen, and people ask why we didn't take him to see someone in the first place.
The walk-in centre was packed, and from the look of it would have been a few hours wait to see the GP. Luckily, they have a triage nurse there to check people within a few minutes of walking in, in order to asses whether or not it's a minor emergency or if they should head straight to hospital. After having a look at the dude, and conferring with some nurses at the hospital on the phone, she told us what we'd already read, that they wouldn't do anything to the tongue. We'd just have to wait for it to heal on its own. ew.
He was so smiley and happy with the nurse, too. It was sweet. Even as she prodded him with the wooden stick, when it got irritating all he did was stop opening his mouth. haha. Like look lady, you're nice and all, but I'm pretty sure that stick has seen all it needs to.
He was restless most of the day, and had some crying jags accompanied by trying to fiddle with his tongue with his hands. He didn't nap as well as he usually does. By the end of the day, though, he seemed a bit better, even if the wound actually looked a bit flappier than it did previously. He's gone to bed happily enough, along with the help of some ibuprofen. We'll see what tomorrow brings.
We went to an egg hunt at Calke Abbey on Friday, and would have gone to another National Trust site for another hunt today if the tongue drama hadn't happened. Hopefully the weather won't be too terrible tomorrow, but forecasts don't sound good.
I did pick up three Easter eggs at Thornton's today. Large hollow chocolate eggs here are very popular, with chocolate rabbits (much more popular in the US) only found every once in a while. I'll take some pics tomorrow.
The excitement of the day came early, at 9am. He was downstairs with his daddy, and I heard a great serious-business wail from upstairs. I came down a minute or two later (okay I assumed it was something normal) to see the poor dude on his daddy's lap with blood on the collar of his sleepsuit and a calm, slightly stunned look on his face. Cookieman looked slightly more traumatized. "He's bitten his tongue. He was sitting on the floor, then he fell backward, hit his head on the floor, and bit his tongue."
I took a look. And yes, he had bitten it. He'd sank both of his front teeth into the flesh of his tiny tongue, leaving a great, deep, flappy gash near the front of it. I can't describe how freaky it looked. We were both in a bit of a 'wtf do we do' panic.
We finally took him to the local emergency NHS walk-in centre. We'd read up on it and saw they only do stitches or anything for tongues if they have been bitten straight through, and this didn't look like it was (though, to be honest, it looked close.) I just wanted to take him to be sure, because god forbid we not take him then something happen, and people ask why we didn't take him to see someone in the first place.
The walk-in centre was packed, and from the look of it would have been a few hours wait to see the GP. Luckily, they have a triage nurse there to check people within a few minutes of walking in, in order to asses whether or not it's a minor emergency or if they should head straight to hospital. After having a look at the dude, and conferring with some nurses at the hospital on the phone, she told us what we'd already read, that they wouldn't do anything to the tongue. We'd just have to wait for it to heal on its own. ew.
He was so smiley and happy with the nurse, too. It was sweet. Even as she prodded him with the wooden stick, when it got irritating all he did was stop opening his mouth. haha. Like look lady, you're nice and all, but I'm pretty sure that stick has seen all it needs to.
He was restless most of the day, and had some crying jags accompanied by trying to fiddle with his tongue with his hands. He didn't nap as well as he usually does. By the end of the day, though, he seemed a bit better, even if the wound actually looked a bit flappier than it did previously. He's gone to bed happily enough, along with the help of some ibuprofen. We'll see what tomorrow brings.
We went to an egg hunt at Calke Abbey on Friday, and would have gone to another National Trust site for another hunt today if the tongue drama hadn't happened. Hopefully the weather won't be too terrible tomorrow, but forecasts don't sound good.
I did pick up three Easter eggs at Thornton's today. Large hollow chocolate eggs here are very popular, with chocolate rabbits (much more popular in the US) only found every once in a while. I'll take some pics tomorrow.