he got some nasty cut on his chin and we brought him to the ER. it was a horrifying sight. but by the time i caught up with hubby and karol in the waiting area, he was already calm. i couldn't believe they kept them waiting. in my mind for sure this required stitches and needed immediate care. alex had an accident a few months back which required three stitches and karol's was definitely much worse.
finally we just went inside the clinic ahead of the others the moment they called for the next patient. the nurse and doctor were very calm about it. i didn't understand them, but from the tone of their voice they didn't think it was serious. no stitches. they instead put lots and lots of strips and covered it with a bandage, then sent us home. he's under observation for 48 hours for concussion. and the strips should be kept for 10 days.
so far he's doing ok. he's having a bit of trouble talking and eating. he doesn't have so much pain, but i think he can feel the strain every time he moves his chin.
earlier, i was still feeling worried. i can't shake off the image of seeing his jaw (from the inside). :( so far this is the worst accident we've had with the piglets. no amount of information from the internet was enough to calm me. i felt that a bunch of strips are not enough to fix my little boy. then hubby told me to read about steri-strips. as it turned out, these are better than stitches. works like stitches but doesn't scar as much.
so hopefully, after 10 days his chin will be back to normal. i hope it doesn't scar his sweet little face. sigh!
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one day we were talking about members of the family.
me: so you see, alex is our daughter and you are our son.
karol: i am not your sun. i am your moon!
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this morning, he didn't feel like eating. i knew he likes sweets, so i offered him some banana cupcakes. at last he agreed and said, "but i want to eat it with comb." due to his injury, he speaks very softly, afraid to open his mouth fully. i thought i must have heard him wrongly. it turns out he meant he wanted it with frosting. he probably thinks frosting is similar to ice cream. and now i realized, he calls ice cream a cone and when he says cone (a.k.a. comb) he means ice cream. :D
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