First Trip

I must admit that I have never really wanted to know how much blood results from a split lip but Tuesday night I found out. The kids were downstairs playing and all I heard was a bloodcurdling scream and Savannah shout, "Go get Mom right now!" I ran!
When I got to the basement I was greeted by Noah, his face covered in blood, blood dripping all down his clothes and onto the floor, his outreaching hands covered in blood, and Savannah explaining to me that Xander had hit Noah in the face with a baseball bat. (Good thing we don't have any aluminum bats; our problems might have been a whole lot worse!) I grabbed Noah and ran to the kitchen sink to see if I could figure out if he had a broken nose or some lost teeth or just what the heck was causing all this blood. After cleaning him up as quickly as I could, I was able to determine that he had a split bottom lip and a nice puncture wound on the top lip. Divine intervention happened next. As I struggled to decide if I could take care of it myself at home or if Noah needed some medical attention, my sister Heidi called. Normally in this kind of a situation I would never have answered the phone as I tended to my hurt child. My sister Heidi's husband is in medical school, however, and, since the whole family has been turning to him with our medical questions since before he was even accepted to medical school 4 years ago, I knew that he could direct me on the right path. His advice? Take him in which I did. Although the medical person who saw us decided against stitching and just used a steri-strip to hold the lip together (laziness on the doctor's part, according to my brother-in-law), I was just relieved to have everything taken care of. Noah was so good during the whole thing, impressing all the medical people who attended to him. Noah has now officially experienced his first emergency trip to the doctor and thank goodness it was only for a split lip.
His monster shirt looks even better now with real blood splotches on it.