Shaner Bandaner

The other day I had just gotten both boys down for a much needed nap and was taking advantage of the silence and was catching up on the days house work. Shayli came home from school not long after and I was chit chatting with her when Shane called. He asked if I could come get him from school. I said yeah but wanted to know why. He said that he thought that his jaw was broken and he needed stitches. I automatically thought he had been in a fight. And when I asked him if he had been he said "Melenie, no, just come get me." So I woke up the boys and we all loaded into the truck and headed to the high school. He didn't look to bad until he got to the truck. His chin was split wide open and obviously needed stitches. Shane as tough as he is HATES needles. He does not mind the pain but hates the thought of needles. My mom was in Spokane and so I was communicating back and forth with her as to what I needed to do with Shane. Shane was obviously in a ton of pain. He couldn't close his mouth and I REALLY hated seeing him like that. I kept picturing him at the age of three, even though he's a big bad tough almost 17 year old now. I would have done anything to make that pain go away. Anyway... She had me go to Shane's pediatrician. The doc said that Shayli and Rad could not wait in the waiting room without me so Shane, Cade, Shayli, Rad, the doc, her assistant, her nurse and I all loaded into the little exam room where Shane must have been in some shock. He kept saying that he was not getting stitches as he was dripping blood out of his chin. The doc thought that he probably dislocated his jaw and had Cade, Shane and I go to a different doc acrossed the hall while Shayli and Rad stayed in the exam room eating cookies and suckers while the nurses looked after them. In the other docs office it was hectic with paper work, Cade wanting to eat, Shane insisting that he was not getting stitches and oddly enough the waiting room was full of people who I either knew and wanted to catch up or who were really old and wanted to chat about the baby. When the doc was finally able to see Shane he thought that Shane had fractured his jaw and then tried to stitch Shane up. Not so much, Shane was NOT having that. So he super glued and butterfly'd the wound up and sent us back to the waiting room while he scheduled a CT Scan for Shane. It took forever so I ran back and forth between offices checking on the kids and Shane was STILL dripping blood. I eventually scared Shane into the stitches by telling him how ugly his scar was going to be. But while the doc was sticking the needles in to numb his chin Shane went completely white, his eyes rolled back and then closed. Yup- he was right. Needles were not his thing. My mom got there as the doc stitched the last stitch and I left with Shayli, Cade and Rad wondering how many more times I would be in the same office getting stitches with my two boys who are bound to be as crazy as Shane, who was wounded playing a game in PE at school. His jaw was not fractured, but the ligaments were pulled.