Kersey Valley Maize Adventure.
We wandered around in a giant cornfield maze:
And we couldn't leave with at least trying to break something-
The Husband ran in and scooped him up and I yelled "WHERE IS BLEEDING FROM!?" Because, you know, there was blood.
He had a pretty good gash on his forehead, nice and gaping and making me want to throw up, so my mom came down and watched the girls while we went to the emergency room.
The entire time we were there, I could only think of two things:
1. My sweet boy, how brave he was being, how I hoped the stitches wouldn't hurt too much.
2. I STINK LIKE SUBWAY. Really, do I always have to get onions and banana peppers? Subway is delicious, but it smells like armpits. And you know what? Putting on hand sanitizer and chewing gum only makes you smell like you've rubbed hand sanitizer and Trident in your stinky armpits.
Henry is a rock star. He charmed the nurses and the doctor was mightily impressed when he laid quietly and didn't cry as he put the stitch in. With no numbing, because my baby is hard core (and it would mean another needle poke). Everyone at the hospital was amazing and we were in and out in less than two hours.
As I put him in bed last night, I couldn't help but marvel at what a brave little boy he is. He is also a beast, and I wonder how many trips to the ER we have ahead of us. I can only hope they are as quick and easy as last night.
2 weeks ago