My mom came into town last week to celebrate my birthday by taking me and my girls to see the Broadway production of Mary Poppins. Any girls night out is great, but I especially love live music/shows. I kissed the boys goodbye and we headed downtown. First we ate yummy burgers and monster-sized onion rings at Huey's (I am a sucker for a good greasy burger) then we walked over to the Orpheum and waited. The weather was really warm.
Mary Poppins was great. The sets are amazing, the orchestra was great. I didn't love our seats--normally mezzanine is my favorite place, but in this theater, the upper balcony comes down so far you feel like you're in a cave. It was quite claustrophobic. Then I had a very tall dad right in front so I had to lean to the right the entire first half (thankfully he switched seats with his daughter for the second. Kudos to a dad for taking his daughter to a musical though). I wasn't in love with MP'S voice, I really liked Mrs. Banks and the bird woman. The story is quite different from the Disney movie we are all used to and none of the new songs are memorable. Still, it was a great night.
Until... I use my phone to light up the program and see a text message saying:
Don't Panic, everything is going to be OK but I need you to meet me at the ER when it's over.
Thanks. Thanks a lot. Yeah right don't panic. I sat for the next 20 minutes until intermission with adrenaline coursing through and my mind racing through the worst possible situations I can think of. I called as soon as I could and Ty was at the ER with my baby. I could hear his little babbling voice and he seemed happy, so I relaxed a little. They had already been there 2 hours so obviously hospital didn't think it was serious emergency.
The story is: Ty, Will and Wyb were in Will's room hanging this hook from the ceiling. Ty had a big heavy drill with a brand new drill bit in it. Will, ever curious, took the drill from the shelf and set it back down on a not-so-stable box which fell off and landed on Wyb, puncturing him in the face. Just under his eye. Just. It was really purely an accident.
The 2nd half of the show was much shorter, so we stayed to the end but quickly left. Luckily the theater was merely blocks from the Children's Hospital so my mom dropped me off, took the girls home and relieved the couple from the ward watching Will. A big thank you to my mom and the Palmers. I walked into the waiting area and immediately saw my cute little boy in a blood-soaked onesie. That is a really hard sight to see. Blood dried all over his face. Big swollen eye. And a smile for mama. I burst into tears.
After a bit more time in the waiting room we were taken back for care. Poor Wyb was so tired at this point. They decided 6 stitches were needed plus a tetanus shot and DTaP since he has no vaccines. I was seriously bummed about that. Calling suture specialist--wait. Numbing medicine for eye--wait. Clean him up--wait. Gather supplies--wait. More medicine to help him relax--wait. See if I can get him back to sleep--no, wait. Strap him to the board--get to work. The cut is so close to his eye that it was tricky putting the stitches in. Wyatt did great trying to be calm. He was not happy, but I was there trying to soothe him. My voice seemed to relax him a little. When it was all done we had to wait even longer because one of the shots had to come from another hospital.
All in all the staff was really great and we were thrilled to finally leave. Really I feel so blessed. The cut follows the natural curve under the eye and I really think the scar won't be too noticeable. I feel so extremely blessed that his eyesight was preserved. That would be a lot harder to take.
He is looking so much better now. The swelling and black eye are going down, the skin is coming together really well. He gets looked at tomorrow and stitches out so hopefully things will continue to improve.
He has been so good about through all of this. Such a good little guy.