I was invited to a Partylite party yesterday. D loves candles so I brought him along. Instead of sitting beside me and taking part in the candle activities (which I knew he wouldn't), he was playing with some of the other children that were there.
An hour or so later, after telling D to say goodbye to his new friends, I realize that 5 minutes have passed and I'm still chatting with the girls and D is still playing with the other kids. As I was about to get up to get him, he came rushing over with blood on his chin, hands and running down his neck. He had a pretty nasty gash on his chin.
Turns out, he was throwing paper airplanes back and forth at the other kids and when he reached down real quick to pick up another airplane and throw it, he slammed his chin on the table. Didn't sound right to me looking at the gash but who know's. He's clumsy like his mama.
We rushed home (we were down the street) so Daddy could tell me if he thought he needed to go to the ER for stitches. Daddy gave me the "nod" and off we went. D was freakin' out but I assured him that stitches don't hurt, although I really have no idea if they do or not but he believed me. That's one of those good lies you can tell your children. :-)
Luckily, we got in and out of the ER quickly. I think the nurse felt sorry for him and she moved us ahead of some of the other patients that were waiting. Turns out, he only needed some medical glue to keep the gash closed. Thank goodness.
They started to clean him up and I moved to the head of the gurney so I wouldn't have to look at it anymore. For those of you who don't know, me and blood or gashes or needles and especially IV's, don't mix. And it's not looking at it that's the real problem, it's the thoughts that go through my head. I say that to say, as I'm holding my incredibly brave child's hand I start to feel a little dizzy. I tried so hard to stay "up" but I had to give in. LOL!
I had been eye balling a chair that was calling my name for the last 5 minute's so I just said, "I have to sit down". All the attention turned to me and I said, "I'm fine. Just going to sit right here." One of the nurses followed me to the chair and asked if I was alright. I said I was ok and she said, "Are you sure, you're looking a little gray?"
All ended well. D has a nice new battle wound on his chin. Something to tell his friends about today at school. I learned that I'm great under pressure but when all is good, I fall to pieces. Because D was so brave, we went to McD's for some late night cheeseburgers, minus the onion. :-)
No pictures for this one, I'm sure you can understand why.