A Little Fall

Yesterday afternoon the Day Care Director called (never a good thing):

"Baby Zog had a little fall. He might need a little stitch. You should come get him."

So, to the daycare I went, worried about my son (and also worried about the $150 copay we'd have to dish out for a ER visit.)

Turns out - according to the five teachers that swarmed me to show concern - that he was playing with another child, tripped and fell and hit his face on the corner of the lunch/craft table. Thankfully, these tables have very rounded corners. Also good that he didn't hit his actual eye.

Because the injury is on his face, our pediatrician said we needed to take him to the ER in case a plastic surgeon would need to be involved. Not wanting to ruin his perfect, handsome face forever, we headed to the ER.

I'll save you the details, but I have to give props to the Pediatric ER at University Hospital yet again. We were in and out in under an hour. They were all kind, professional, caring and thorough. The doctor explained that he needed to make sure the area around the eye wasn't fractured, etc. I hadn't even thought of that! We left with no stitches and were told all should heal well with a minimal scar that will fade as he ages.

Oh, and the Day Care quickly made sure I knew they'd reimburse us for any out of pocket expenses. (Hmm...they must remember that Baby Zog's daddy is still a barred attorney. hee hee hee.)

He slept like a champ last night, and doesn't seem too bothered by the injury (unless he touches it on accident and then he just says, "ow.)

Although I do think he remembers falling because so far this morning, as we sit and play, Baby Zog is playing that his toys are falling. "Grover fall. Michael fall." I tell him that we pick up Grover and give him a hug and then the doctor says everything will be just fine.

We were lucky this time. I know he's going to get hurt - especially as we go through the next few years. I just pray they will all be like this one.