Doctor in the house (our house!)

The other day Search was playing in the hall. Doing what, I have no idea. All I know is that a minute I hear his I'm-really-hurt scream and he comes a-runnin'. He was hit his head on a the corner of a wall. He was instinctively holding the back of his head so I knew that's where he had bonked. I started rubbing his head, like I always do when the kids get hurt. That is, until I noticed that his head was warm, wet, and sticky. He was bleeding from his head! Miraculously, until this point, neither of our children have gotten head wounds so I was taken back.

And of course Daddy was gone. Probably stitching up some other kid's head.

So I grab him and plop him on the counter and apply pressure to his head with the nearest kitchen towel while dialing Aaron in the other hand.

No answer. Perfect.

I try to calm Search down but I could tell he was still in pain and a little scared of the blood that was dripping on his shirt, on the counter and on the floor. And it was all over Mommy's hands. It probably didn't help when Destroy asked,

"Mom, is he going to die?" (He's into the death phase lately)

After a couple of minutes (what seemed like hours) Aaron finally called back. I explained the situation and he tells me that I needed to get a good look at the wound. So I try prying through his matted hair while his cut is still bleeding but I couldn't see the wound. Not only that, I was starting to feel a little faint. Which for me is kind of a weird thing because the sight of blood doesn't normally affect me. I mean, come on, I've watched entire autopsies before. I guess I'll pull out the pregnancy card again! (I've used that card a lot this pregnancy :) So I try to find the cut... but with no avail. Aaron gives me the best advice he can.

"Well, keep pressure on it until it stops bleeding." And then he says, "And I'll bring a stapler home with me".

Huh? A stapler? Are you serious? You want me to hold him down while you staple his head? Great. Luckily, after we hung up, Search stopped bleeding a few minutes later and he was back to normal. And by this point he was telling me to leave him alone and that he was fine. I didn't dare wash his head until I talked to Aaron because I didn't know if I would make it start bleeding again. So he looked like one of the dead kids out of "The Sixth Sense". The one with the hatchet in the back of his head. Except that there was no hatchet. He was a little frightening.

Daddy finally gets home (no stapler in hand, phew!).

"Meg, get the superglue. I'm gonna need your help". Huh? Superglue, are you kidding? So, with me holding Search's head still, Aaron finds the wound, drops a few drops of superglue in, and by grabbing a tuft of hair on either side of the wound and crossing the tufts back over each other and using the hair to hold the wound closed for for a few minutes, he was able to seal it. And he was also able to superglue some hair together as well :) The best part was that we didn't have to staple the kid's head. Or get stitches.

So now you know. Instead of paying for that expensive Emergency Room trip, just make sure you have a tube of superglue on hand and you'll be good to go!
*Disclaimer: this is not professional medical advice. If you or someone you know is seriously injured, please seek out the nearest hospital. (Aaron was a little worried when I told him what I'd posted :)