3 stitches... There was a fall/thump sound and a Theo saying "ouch, oh man." I was not worried.
At the sink, hands deep in suds, we are used to falls and bumps everyday. Then I heard the "blood-curdling, I am in major pain" scream. Oh crap.
In the dining room I met a crime scene. In the middle of the blood everywhere was a Theodore shaking and splattering blood on our walls. It took me few minutes to find the 1/2 inch cut causing the "immense" blood loss. It was the 3 hour wait at the children's urgent care - surrounded by flu-like symptoms. Eva was lucky to have a Grandpa pizza party at home. I kept Helena in the carrier and tried to keep Theo from crawling on the floor. Three tiny stitches in the forehead and a popsicle and we were good to go.
In the dining room I met a crime scene. In the middle of the blood everywhere was a Theodore shaking and splattering blood on our walls. It took me few minutes to find the 1/2 inch cut causing the "immense" blood loss. It was the 3 hour wait at the children's urgent care - surrounded by flu-like symptoms. Eva was lucky to have a Grandpa pizza party at home. I kept Helena in the carrier and tried to keep Theo from crawling on the floor. Three tiny stitches in the forehead and a popsicle and we were good to go.
When the doctor asked, "First stitches?" I said yes and last stitches. The doctor laughed and laughed. And then brought me a mini first aid kit. Oh man, boys are nuts.
