Last night was our second trip to the emergency room with a child. The first trip was less than a year ago when Gresham pole-vaulted from an ottoman over the couch and into a lamp and table, poking a jagged hole through his eyelid. Gnarly.
Last night Penelope, a one year old novice walker with a mouth full of teeth, fell and bit a hole through her tongue.
Well, it turned out that it wasn’t through but pretty stinkin’ close. She definitely had a gash on the top of her tongue but what we thought was an exit wound beneath was only a very dark bruise. After more than three hours at the emergency room entertaining her with blown up hospital gloves, Kleenex boxes that magically never run out tissue, and a TV playing Univision “comedy”, I was given the choice of a stitch or “wait and see” how well it heals in the next few days. I couldn’t take putting her through stitches on her tongue (!!) so we’re waiting. We’re eating popsicles and waiting.
Waiting for that bill too. Ouch.
Ashley says:
Well, if it makes you feel any better my son did the same thing about a year ago and it turned out ok. He still has a scar across the middle of his tongue. It was really gross and frightening when he first did it. Just keep giving her the soft and cold stuff.
Ashley Whitman