Our double stroller arrived on Wednesday! I excitedly opened it up that afternoon after nap time. The stroller had some zip ties randomly placed on the side bars of the stroller (not actually holding anything together--they seemed kind of pointless, actually) and they were really tight and thick. I held the stroller on its side with my left hand while trying to cut the zip tie with scissors in my right hand. I could barely even get the scissors under the zip tie and then they wouldn't even cut it. So I'm sitting there struggling to cut through it when, in a split second, the scissors cut the zip tie and jabbed into my left arm. I looked down and my wound looked disgusting. I felt like I was looking at something you would see on TV. Not that it was that big or anything, but the way my skin had given way and the way my arm seemed to be gaping open...I don't handle injuries very well.
So anyway, it started bleeding so I ran it under some water hoping to somewhat clean it (like I said, I'm not good with this sort of thing, especially on my own body, so I was not about to scrub it clean or anything) and then I put a paper towel on it to stop the bleeding and apply pressure. Other than a jet skiing accident when my tooth went through my lip, this was the worst cut I had seen on myself and I thought it looked deep so I wasn't sure if I'd need stitches.
Unfortunately Callie was watching when the accident happened (she was very excited about our new stroller), so by that point she was looking terrified. I started pacing the house because 1) I was trying to figure out what to do since I had the car that day, but didn't think I could drive myself, let alone drag two kids along and 2) I was in a lot of pain, but I was trying not to scare Callie. I kept saying over and over, "Mommy's okay, Callie. Everything is going to be fine", but she started crying and then Madison started crying because she had been left on the floor and was bored.
I called Jason and told him he needed to come home so he could help me get to an urgent care center. He had to take the train home, so 30 minutes later, we loaded up into the car and left. I've only been to an urgent care center one other time and that was for the aforementioned jet skiing incident. I remember waiting for quite a while--maybe 30 or 45 minutes--feeling so awkward because I was still in a swimming suit, hair wet, and I had a towel full of ice held up to my bleeding lip. So I was expecting a similar wait time. Luckily I had fed Madison about an hour before the scissors attacked me (that sounds cooler than admitting that I was clumsy enough to point scissors in the direction of my arm while applying force). Both girls were quite content during the first hour of our wait, while I was all but writhing in pain (I think I'm a wuss. Jason definitely thinks so, but I'm starting to believe him). Callie happily played with the Fisher-Price apps I had downloaded only a day or two prior (yes, I got an iPhone!!!!!).
Around the time we hit the one hour mark in our wait time, I realized my cut was probably not that big of a deal since people were now being seen ahead of me, so I started wondering if we should just leave--but there was no way I could deal with that nastiness hiding under my paper towel. About the same time, the girls both lost their patience. Madison was hungry. Callie was bored. Jason ended up taking them home while I kept waiting.
Another 30 minutes later, I was finally seen by a doctor. Thankfully she was really nice and gentle. Upon inspection, she decided that it wasn't quite bad enough for stitches, but needed some glue and butterfly bandages to hold it together while it heals. In the process of cleaning it and dressing it, I was really trying not to let the whole event bother me, but she kept asking if I needed to lie down and kept having to remind me to breathe, so I guess I couldn't hide my true feelings.
Two hours and over $200 later, we left the urgent care center. I'm glad I got it taken care of, but Jason keeps teasing me saying that we had to by $200 bandaids for my own peace of mind. I just hope I can suck it up when doctor Mommy is needed for some gruesome emergency in the future.
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