Last Thursday I got the news that Hudson had been injured at school. Apparently while walking out to the playground, he wasn't paying attention (big shock) and a gate swung back and hit him. If my little puddin' pop was an average sized child it would have undoubtedly bounced off his chest, but since he is nugget sized the gate latch hit him square in the forehead. Ouch. He was of course, quite upset but got over it remarkably fast. He was back to eating gold fish in a matter of minutes. The school nurse (or lady doctor as Hudson refers to her) recommended an urgent care visit and some stitches.
So off we went. On the way out I asked Hudson how he was feeling. He sweetly replied, "I gots a hole in my face, Mom." And that is exactly what it looked like, a hole right below his double cowlick, the area of his head I like to refer to as the dead man's zone because no hair dares to grow there. I know in my heart there will be no hair coverage for this scar.
The doctor decided that it need one or two stitches to pull it all back together and went to get ready. Hudson decided to check out the room and became obsessed with this poster on the wall. He begged me to take his picture reenacting the scene. Yes, he wanted to take his shirt off, but no, I didn't allow it. I have some standards. They're low, but they're there. But just wait, it gets weirder.
|Hudson Hill, Electrode Placement Model|
After what seemed like the longest 90 seconds of Hudson's life and one, count it, one stitch later we were done. I am pretty sure that he might have needed two based on an earlier assessment, but I think that doctor wanted us out of there. Hudson sat up, looked at the doctor and said, "I is so mad at you right now." Then hopped down and walked out.
So what does it look like now? Well take into consideration we are still growing out Hudson's last self hair mutilation, it doesn't look good.
I like to think that it looks like he's been in a bar fight and after someone knocked him unconscious, they cut his hair with a dull butter knife. In other words, just another day in the life of the puddin' pop!