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• Sun, Nov 20, 2005 10:00 AM

  At Least He Didn't Need Stitches.
  
  Yesterday we made our first 'anxious' trip to the hospital. Its not like we had to go to the ER or anything, but we still had to sit and wait for three hours while Jake's head oozed blood.
  
  Jake is still perfecting his walking skills, and is starting to show an interest in running. But, he isn't quite as surefooted with his shoes on as he is when barefoot. So, when I heard him crash and fall yesterday I knew it was a little louder than usual, but I didn't think much of it until I saw where he landed.
  
  When I came around the corner, I knew that he had hit his head on one of the wooden feet of our hall table. When I went to pick him up there was blood running down his face. Poor kid must have hit the corner, now he has a nice big gash in his forehead.
  
  The bleeding and crying both stopped pretty quickly, but the advice nurse at Kaiser said it wouldn't be a bad idea to take him in and make sure he didn't need a stitch or two. So we went, and we waited.
  
  We were quite relieved when the doctor said Jake wouldn't need stitches, but she wanted to close it up with a couple of steri-strips. Then she said they would need to "papoose" him. I assumed this meant that they were going to wrap him up in a blanket of some sort. I was only partially right.
  
  The nurse brought in a sheet, and although Jake was already fighting the situation, Matt and I were able to help her get him swaddled. Then a roll of tape magically appears out of nowhere. As they are taping my little baby down to the table to restrain him, I was doing everything I could not to freak out, grab him, and run. I thought I was adept at baby torture, these people have it down to a science!
  
  So, they tape him down, and my amazing Houdini boy manages to get one little pudgy hand out. He's screaming and bright red, and blowing snot everywhere, and holding my hand. My poor little baby, it was a very traumatic seven minutes.
  
  He's fine now. Running around the house with a band-aid on his forehead. I'll be sure to take a few pictures today.

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