A Night at the Hospital

We all went down to the neighbors' house for their daughter's 8th birthday party.  Ryan and I were sitting on the back porch while Christian and Taylor Rose played with the kids.  A man sitting outside slightly waved his arm at me and said "Uuuhh.." while pointing at Christian.  I looked to see Christian bent over, holding his face, and a small chihuahua under him.  I ran over and noticed red... everything was red.  Blood was everywhere.  His entire shirt and hands were covered.  I couldn't even tell where it was coming from.  When he moved his hands, I saw his lip - it was split right down the middle.  I grabbed him in my arms, got the owner's attention, and went inside to see how bad it really was.  We ended up taking him to the E.R. because it looked pretty deep.  It takes a lot to get me to go to the E.R.  I am not a fan.  I am very glad we went, though. 

He got 4 dissolvable stitches in his lip.  The cleaned up his eye where the dogs top teeth had scraped. 

As we sat there and discussed everything, we both realized how angry we were at the man who just sat there and said "uuuuhh".  He never once got up to help.  Never tried to see if Christian was okay (he was closest to him).  He didn't even get up from his seat during the whole ordeal.  What a coward.  He is also a neighbor, so Ryan makes is a point to give him the evil eye every time he drives by his house. 

The dog's owners were very nice about the whole thing.  Their dog isn't a mean dog.  It was overwhelmed by the party, understandably.  They asked that we give them our hospital bill.  I feel bad about doing that, but we will... that $400 was not in our budget.

His shirt was so covered in blood that we had to take it off.

 They put numbing medicine on a cotton ball and taped it to his lip.

 The stitches were the worst part.  They wrapped him up like a burrito in a sheet and held him down.  I layed on his legs.  I kept saying "Its okay, baby.  I am right here."  He said "Mama, I want you.  Please."  Then he said in his most polite voice, "Anyone, can you please get off of me?". 

He did get a huge popsicle afterwards.  (I highly recommend the Mansfield hospital!)

 The finished work.  It looks awful here. 

The stitches have since fallen out and he is completely healed.  His scar is not even noticeable.  I can not believe how well he healed all on his own.