My poor little "Deedee" got hurt yesterday. He slipped on our stinkin' laminate floor hit his face on the wheel/brake of the Play 'N Pak bed. Blood everywhere, screaming, the whole nine yards.
Collin had bit his lip when he was about this age and we took him to the doctor and they said it would just heal on its own. Well, Brody's wound was actually a large hole inside his upper lip, way worse than Collin's, and I was trying not to overreact, but I was positive it would need a couple stitches.
I called the Urgent care place and they thought I should go to the emergency room if I thought he would need stitches on his mouth. They said the emergency room doctors would make a less noticeable scar. I told them the hole was inside the mouth so I didn't care how pretty the stitches were. I wasn't going to pay for an emergency room visit, especially if he didn't actually need any stitches.
Our suspisions were confirmed: No stitches necessary. Thank goodness! That would have just been a nightmare. I am glad that we went to the doctor even though I knew in the back of my mind everything would just heal on its own. I would have been up all night if I didn't take him in to the doctor, just wondering if I did the right thing.
Anyway, everything is all good, except for the big ugly fat lip. It doesn't seem to bother him though. My poor little baby!