Our little daredevil!

Yesterday during church, Grandma and Grandpa took Jack and Will while we went to church. I was getting ready to head up to the SCRIP office when Alainna rushed into the parish center shouting, "Mommy! Daddy! Jack bit his tongue and he's crying!"

We ran out to the playground where we found Grandma and Grandpa comforting Jack. Blood was everywhere - Jack's face, his shirt, Grandma and Grandpa's clothes - EVERYWHERE. By the time I got to him, he had been crying so hard that he had that "out of breath" cry. Eric and I tried to check out the injury, and I think we both had the same reaction when we saw it.


EEEEK!!!

It looked SOOO bad! But then, Jack wriggled out of Grandma's arms, giggled, and ran back to the playground.

All was well. Jack went to visit Great Grandma with Grandma, Grandpa, Will and Alainna, Eric went home, and I headed up to the SCRIP office to finish up some work. About 30 minutes later, I got a phone call from Grandma, telling me Jack was fine and had even had a salty cracker without any problems.

That was before lunch. Before the dark side. Before the empire. [Sorry, I couldn't resist the "Star Wars" quote].

Poor Jack. Everytime he'd take a bite of his lunch, he would scream. He was hungry and tried again and again, but end up crying each time. When Eric called, we decided one of us should take Jack to Urgent Care, just to make sure. Jack was in much better spirits after Eric rummaged through the freezer for popsicles!

When I got home, I got Jack all ready to head over to Urgent Care. He was in a good mood, but getting a little sleepy. His tongue still looked horrific and he loved showing it to me.

But not when he had two medical professionals sitting over him. THAT took a little more prodding (and one of those icky tasting tongue depressors!)

The outcome? Keep an eye on it. Pain meds every four hours. A prescription for an antibiotic in case we noticed an infection.

I thought ice cream was a good idea. A stop at Sonic on the way home for a dish of vanilla, and we had one very tired, sticky little boy, with a tummy full of ice cream! (thus explains the white on his tongue in the picture!)

A day later, it looks so much better. Although he had some pain meds before lunch, he hasn't had any since, and didn't seem bothered at dinner. We were so grateful our little daredevil is back to his old self again!