sunday evening, before max jumped in the shower, darric gave him a fresh new buzz cut. when he got out of the shower, he decided to play in the kitchen, throwing the volleyball into the basketball hoop that hangs on the closet door. it was around 8:30 when it happened. exactly what happened, he's not sure. somehow he slipped or tripped and fell, smacking his head into the tiles that hang down on the front of the countertop. breaking two tiles into an arrow shape. he grabbed his head and when i realized he was hurt and there was blood, i told him to go show his dad. madi was sitting there and had looked over as soon as she heard him smack his head, she saw the blood, but not the cut.
darric and max came into the kitchen where darric placed a dish towel onto his head. max was so calm. he kept asking "is it to the bone dad?" darric looked up at me and shook his head yes. my legs instantly started wobbling and i tried to rush around the house, looking for a button up shirt for max and shoes for me. darric grabbed another towel to put on his head and we hurried out the door. leaving miss madi to wait for kenzie who was going to be home any minute from an outing with bryan.
i drove while darric sat in the back with max, answering questions like "will it rebuild itself?" "are they going to hypnotize me?" i drove as fast as i could to st. rose hospital, hitting probably every red light which i was so tempted to run. we parked at the emergency room entrance and as we entered the hospital, i noticed the color was coming back into darric's face.
we filled out a paper with a few questions on it and then sat down and waited. thinking it was time to go back every time they called out "carter, max". first, they just gave him an ID bracelet. then the next time, they weighed him, took his temperature and made sure he hadn't been around anyone from africa with flu-like symptoms. anytime someone asked to see his cut, they'd only have to pull the towel up a little bit before they were making comments like "that's a good one".
while in the waiting room, max tried to negotiate getting out of school. and asked if we would buy him a gift. he was pleased with getting to watch the disney channel the entire time (because we don't have cable at home). darric explained to him what was probably going to happen when we went back. he would get a shot that would feel like a light pinch and then he'd probably feel some pressure when he was getting stitches. he was still calm during all of this.
around 10:30 or so, we finally got called to go back to a room. room 33 with a door instead of just a drape like the two across from us. i told max he looked like a wounded soldier with his camo shirt on. after i said that, he was ok with me taking pictures of him. a nurse came in, cleaned his wound and put some gauze on it. i waited right outside the door until he was covered back up.
*at some point the dr, who hadn't seen it yet, asked the nurse if they would be able to glue it shut. she told him that wasn't going to happen.
next, a lady came in to get our insurance information and charge us the first bit of money we'll be paying for this visit, $50. then i jumped outside while the dr or the male nurse put some numbing cream on his head. they said they'd be back in 20 or 30 minutes. at least an hour had gone by before anyone came back in. max watched more disney channel. he was a little bugged with me talking to him so much. he couldn't hear his show, liv and maddie, that was on. eventually, he started saying he felt weird. then as soon as i'd ask him to describe how he felt, he was already too occupied with his show to even hear me.
it was probably about 11:30 when the dr and male nurse came back in and i went out. i'm not sure how long i waited. maybe 15-20 minutes and one of them walked out and said he was all done. i just looked in from the doorway. there were no bandages on his head, so i stood with the tv blocking my view of the top of his head. he was still sitting there with his eyes closed. his dad told him earlier that the worst part was watching what was going on, so if he kept his eyes closed, it wouldn't be as bad. and max said it wasn't that bad. although, the pinching from the shots (yes, a lot more than one) was a little harder than darric said they would be. (we let him show his dad later how they felt.) but all that lidocaine numbed him really good and he just felt a little pressure while the 8 staples where put in.
we waited a little longer to be discharged. we counted down until midnight so we could say he was there for 2 days. (hopefully that doesn't mean it costs more) after we got gauze, bandages and cream, we went back out to where we came in at and gave the security guard the valet card i had so he could get my keys. then he had someone come pick us up because our car was over in the parking lot. instead of max leaving in a wheelchair, we rode in a golf cart. (while we were in the waiting room earlier, i figured i should probably go see if i needed to move the car. there was a valet guy out there that said he would move it for me. which was very nice.)
we got back home around 12:45 am. the girls were both asleep finally. (they had been texting to check on max) the dogs had cleaned up all the blood splatters throughout the house on the wood floors (gross, i know) and madi tried to clean up the ones on our bedroom carpet.
we had max sleep in our bed with darric with the door locked. and i kept the dogs out in the family room with me. i had a hard time getting to sleep, worrying about max's head and feeling a little queasy as everything from the night kept replaying in my head. i was so thankful that darric was home when it happened. i know it wasn't easy for him to do everything he did, but he did great. and max was totally awesome through the entire thing. and i can't stop telling him that i think he is so awesome.
when morning came, the girls and i tiptoed around so we didn't wake the boys, the dogs even went with me to drop them off at school because i knew they'd scratch at the bedroom door. around 8:45 i could hear the boys were waking up, so i went in and got ready. i was so happy that max said he wasn't in any pain this morning. a little later, grandma and grandpa carter came over to see max and deliver him some no bake cookies. shortly after they left, darric took the gauze and bandages off his head (because the wound needs to breath throughout the day) and carefully cleaned it and applied the neosporin type cream they gave us. it took him a few minutes to get used to how it felt to have air on it. and it took him a little while to come out into the family room. i think he was worried about me seeing it. i told him i was fine. and just took little glances at it here and there throughout the day. baby steps.