Thursday night Apollo fell next to our brick hearth and got his first (non-surgical) stitches.
Chilling while the topical anesthetic starts to work.
I have to say, our local hospital is awesome about keeping Apollo away from other patients. Because of his chronic respiratory issues, he can’t sit in a waiting room full of sick people. Thursday night the ER was practically empty and they took us right back to a bed. Last time we were in, the place was swamped, but they found us an empty office where we waited until the doctor was ready. Thank you, St. Joseph’s Hospital!
Apollo did so good and only cried a little bit while they stitched him up.
And don’t worry, once the nurse brought him a pink popscicle all was forgiven, anyway.
And Chuck and I decided the the trip to the ER was a blessing in disguise. When I did Apollo’s 3:00 feeding, his g-tube looked fine and dandy. By his 7:00 feeding, this is what it looked like:
(sorry, the photos are from my phone and it wants to post them sideways)
You can’t see it here, but it was raised and welted. Since we were in the ER anyway, we showed it to them and he was able to start on oral antibiotics right away.