I’ve marvelled the last few years how our children have managed to escape, relatively unscathed, from their various wrestling matches, tumbles down the stairs, and running with all kinds of sharp objects. Little did I know that our first trip to the Emergency Room would be the result of Samuel tripping on his way to pick up his brother’s shoes!
I always imagined myself being very cool in this type of situation. You know, the situation where your son runs screaming to you with his hand covering his forehead. Actually, I was fine for the running and screaming, it was when I pulled his hand away that I lost my composure a bit. Then, there was my husband requiring gauze, and me having to travel to the three different first aid locations around the house. I always thought I knew where everything was, but apparently my Cars Band-Aids were not suitable for the largest cut I had ever seen! Doug actually sat me down afterward and told me that I “needed to be calmer in these situations.” I’ll work on that for next time!
So, without further ado, here is my son with his beautiful forehead before:
Now, here he is after his 13 stitches. The only real trauma to him was that he couldn’t go to the gym that night. All was made better by the popsicle in the ER and the special trip to Krispy Kreme with his dad!
I have to give a special shout out to Ingrid who kept me distracted on the phone almost the whole time the boys were at the hospital. Doug believes she sensed a disturbance in the Force and responded accordingly! Whatever the reason, I’m just glad I had her to chat with!
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