Last night my Mama Moment was a little scary. Wy-man slipped in the bathtub and busted open his lip...blood was everywhere so it was a good thing he was in the tub.
I quickly worked to stop the bleeding so I could assess the situation - stitches or no stitches - that was the question. So while Wy-man ate a popsicle (to help with the swelling since no 2 year old will sit still for an ice pack), I called the on-call nurse. After a 10 minute call she said he would be fine but I was still paranoid. I didn't want to be responsible for him having a huge scar on his lip when he gets older because some nurse listened to me babble about a cut that she couldn't even see and then decided it wasn't big enough to need stitches.
So, I thought it would be best to have Papa take a quick look (since he's in the medical field) and hopefully that would calm my fears. After driving across town to pay him a visit, he gave me the same answer as the nurse...so this paranoid mama finally felt better.