Thursday, May 5, 2011

3 hours and 8 stitches later...

While we were on vacation (I'll get those pictures posted soon), Ian decided to have a tussle with a dog. Not our dog, or else Sasha would have been in major trouble. We're not exactly sure what happened but we think he pull on the unmentionable parts of the dog and the dog didn't like that. This was a dog that was used to rough housing boys so that's the only thing we could of that would cause it to nip at him.




Since the cut was so close to his eye, we didn't want to take any chances.  I think one tooth got the bridge of his nose and the other got by his eye and tore when Ian jerked away.  He was a tough kid and didn't even cry when it happened.  Brenna was freaking out and crying more. 

How do you keep a 2 year old busy while waiting in and ER room for 2 hours to see a doctor?  We gave him the controller to the tv.  He thought it was cool to turn it on and off and switch channels.

When the sedative started to kick in he would kick out his legs and try and reach for things in the air.  He was pretty out of it =)

This was him all stitched up.  He was still out of it.  Poor little guy.  while we were there, he was more upset about having the blood pressure cuff on him and the thing on his finger than anything else.  It didn't even seem like the bothered him at all.  One thing that irked me while we were there was that it seemed like the staff was more worried about getting information on the dog than getting Ian stitched.  As soon as we said it was a dog bite, they were calling the police, trying to get the name and address, vet's name, whatever they could.  We didn't want to give it to them because it was our friend's dog and it was an accident and not a big deal.  Every time someone came to see us the first thing they would say was something about getting the dog's info, not how is your little boy doing.  The only one that seemed more concerned for Ian, was the nurse.  She was the nurse in the er room.  Believe me, if it had been a vicious attack, I would be all for calling the police and what not, but it was an accident.  After everything was done, I told Jason we should have just said it was our dog that did it, that way we could avoid all the hassle, even though our dog is twice as big as our friend's and the marks would have been different. 

What a great part of vacation huh?  At least we had fun with the rest of it.  I will post pics later of that.

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