How even a hole in my child’s face doesn’t even slow him

Today at around 3 pm Matt decided that he wanted to wear PJS. After Jason and I told him no, to leave the clothes that he had on, on, he went racing around the corner through the kitchen and fell on the stairs. All I heard was Jason saying something along the line of oh crap. So after waiting for a couple of seconds through a contraction and listening to Matt's crying, I figured I better go check on my child, who I thought had bitten his tongue. After a slight calming of the crying and a slow down of the bright red blood (which I knew didn't come from his tongue) I lifted the cloth off his face to see this hole. I can't even begin to tell you how disturbing it is to see a hole in your child's face.

So off to the hospital we went, by the way Matt stopped crying after about 5 minutes and was beginning to demand things on the van ride to the hospital. My dad met us there to get Ethan and take him to their house and I took Matt into the full waiting room at Mercy while Jason parked the van. The children's center there is awesome by the way, we got right in and didn't have to sit in the waiting room at all, they had a tv in his room and a child life specialist came in to see what movie Matt would like. Meanwhile my supposedly injured child was sticking his tongue through the wound in the corner of his mouth. When asked about it he said that he poked a hole in his mouth and could he pleaseeeeeeeee poke a hole in his belly, cause it wouldn't hurt. He also said that he broke his skin, etc. etc. And then when asked why he says "Because I wanted Pajamas" in a very matter of fact tone. As if duh I wanted Pajamas was a good reason to go tearing through the kitchen. The put this cotton ball with numbing cream on it and the nurse had to keep coming back and fix it because, surprise, he kept sticking his tongue through the hole and climbing on the chairs and just being himself. Then they gave him the muscle relaxer, yeah, of course it doesn't calm my child down, it just like a Matt doped up, with whatever self-control he had left now gone and his head was rolling. All of this was both funny and sad at the same time, cause he kept laughing at everything. He was playing with this plastic spinny toy and he puts it up to his face and says "Mama I love this stuffed animal." Of course he was awesome during stitches. I couldn't believe he stayed so still. I was proud.

Of course the meds wore off after a very short while and in the van on the way home he kept pulling his stitches (ouch) and biting his seatbelt with the side that was stitched and when I told him to stop he pointed at me and told my to turn around. Then at Nana's house he was told he couldn't run (doctors orders) so he jumped, which only kept him happy for so long before he started running. I gave up. Besides strapping him down it was obvious that he wasn't going to stop. Ahh but alas he fell asleep on the ride home and I was able to get these pictures of his two stitches. Poor guy and he has an ear infection, which he has not even complained about : ( I am sure that he may just not feel pain though, cause his threshold for pain is way greater then humanly possible, perhaps there is some alien DNA in there?