DISCLAIMER: If you are in any way
squeamish, do NOT read this post. Especially don't look at the pictures.
I almost hate to do this post. My poor little boy. And it's kinda my fault.
Let me start by reminding you of the Aesop Fable "The Boy Who Cried Wolf" That boy lives at our house (C). He hasn't learned how to "rate" his boo boos. They are all the same magnitude of wailing.
Sunday afternoon, C and K were in C's room playing. Somehow his curtain came "unattached" and was gaping. When C
laid down for a nap, the sun was shining in his face. Here is where "my fault" comes in. I decided to put a 5 pound exercise weight on the shelf to hold the curtain in place.
Fast forward to later that afternoon, he was upstairs playing by himself. Daddy and I were downstairs watching TV. And we heard a crash and the wailing began. But this time it did sound a little different. So I started up the stairs to calm the wailer down. As I got to the bottom of the stairs, C started down the stairs with blood gushing. The weight had
fallen off the shelf and landed right on C's face. When I saw the gashes on his face I knew we would be visiting the ER.
Daddy helped put pressure on them to slow the blood flow and I called friends (M & Green Socks) to come get K (so thankful for awesome friends like that!). Daddy and I got C in the car and headed out to the ER. On the way to the ER, C threw up 3 times--which elevated his "status" once we got to the ER. (Funny side note: I had nothing to catch "it" in except an old pull -up of K's and a pair of pants left in the car. Both went in the trash once we got there.)
Here is my very brave boy before stitches. This picture does not do the gashes justice. They were deep. He had a CAT scan and everything was fine. He has been fine ever since. The gashes were clean cuts and were able to be stitched together very well. He probably will have some scarring but mommy and Vitamin E are gonna see what we can do about that.
Because it was a head wound, the doctor ordered a CT scan. The machine kinda bothered C until he saw that I would be right there and he didn't have to go in the whole way. The stitches bothered him more because it felt strange. He said they hurt a little but not much. He was so brave through it all. He ended up with 2 stitches in his nose, 6 over one eye, and 7 over the other. (It took C quite awhile to add those up so I'll help you guys--that's a total of 15).
Sorry if this post seems "ramble-y" This all happened Sunday around 4 pm. Monday night we had HORRIBLE storms here and spent about 45 minutes in the bathroom due to the tornado sirens. Plus the kids ended up sleeping in our bed two different times for a few hours each time. Needless to say, we got very little sleep. Then I had to babysit my 3 "extras" today. It has been quite the interesting 2 days.
All this to say, my little boy was so brave and is just fine. He gets the stitches out Friday. I love my little boy.
I actually think their pizza is awful but the kids had fun playing the games. Two different times K won the "big one" on a game where she got 125 tickets! Pure luck. 
