For My Fans...

OK, so last Tuesday, while I was in another part of the house, my sons were in the kitchen. Puppy was on the counter, his new favorite pastime, and Monkey, being a good brother, was trying to help him get down. This kicked in Puppy's defense system and he started flinging things. One of those being a wooden pepper grinder. I hear a lot of screaming and as I come into the living room, Monkey is running towards me with a death grip on his forehead.

Just for the record. I don't do blood. I do stickers/thorns. I do bruises. I do burns, but I do NOT do blood. I get a little frantic.

So, I realize blood is involved here and Andrew is not home. I get Mouse to fetch a washcloth, yes it was my best one! And you know what's going through my head at the same time as "I hope this doesn't need stitches"? "Well this is going to make some great Easter pics!" LOL!

Then I make this awe inspiring speech every strong leader makes when there is a crisis, "Ok, look we have all got to calm down! I am trying hard to not freak out, and you guys need to help me, so I don't THROW UP! So, can we all chill out???" Yes the inspiration and respect on their faces was evident at this point.

So anyway, I take the quickest peek. I see just enough to know it is going to need stitches, but not enough to know how big it is. We all have another slight freak out. Then we all get it back together as I try to call our pediatrician's office to see if we need to come there, or can we go to the ER. They are closed for lunch. So I quickly try to find a place for the other kids, so I can go to the ER.

I call Andrew. Tell him what is going on, and that I am bringing the other two children to him. He is fine with that, and then I have another thought. He works on the opposite side of town...I will call my friend who lives on the way to the ER.

See the post about my good friend Margaret...yeah, she can watch them...She is very calm, and that helps a lot.

We get to the ER, they get us right in, and they glue that cut shut! We were very happy that it did not involve stitches. My Monkey boy would have been very traumatized by that...not me...him! From the time of Puppy's first blow to the time we walked out of the ER was almost exactly one hour. Gotta love a small town!

So anyway, the cut turned out to be at least an inch wide. It is healing nicely. He will have a scar, but he is all good with that.