This little boy keeps me in stitches all the time. He tells funny jokes, like no one’s business. Must be that he’s #4 and needs some kind of hook or something.
Monday night after the kind of preparation only mothers do-weeks of figuring out who will watch the kids, planning ahead for meal, and bedtime, and actually taking 10 minutes to apply makeup-my husband and I spent 45 minutes driving to a parking lot to catch a shuttle to an EP Henry event at The Philadelphia Design Home. While on the 5 minute shuttle ride we got the phone call every parent dreads. It involved blood, and lots of it, and a screaming 4 year old.
photo courtesy of www.BellyButtonBoutique.com
I did get to see this -my nose pressed against the window for a brief second as we backed out and rushed home to take care of our son. (Want to see more of the design house? Check out Belly Button Boutique‘s whrrl story) 45 minutes later we were home, and found a mess of bloody towels, and a very tired 4 year old sitting on the couch with his babysitter watching tv. The gash on his head happened while he tried to step onto the ledge of the bathtub to leap out. Hopefully this hard knocks lesson has stopped future attempts at superhero antics.
A quick change from killer heels to yoga pants, and we headed to the ER. A place every parent knows, but we’d rather not know. With a bloody gauze patch he was seen pretty quickly, and our total visit lasted about 2 hours including 30 minutes of waiting for the numbing cream to take effect. The Physician’s Assistant we saw was awesome-knew just the right things to say to get Aidan to ignore what was actually happening.
The whole visit was quiet and uneventful due to the awesome that is the Netflix app. We streamed Inspector Gadget, Go Diego Go, and Backyardigans all while we waited.
5 stitches later, and we were on our way home.
I’m still a mess, but he’s already bounced back, and he loves to tell the story of how he went BOOM! falling out of the tub.
Kelly
Can’t believe I’m just seeing this now. I can totally remember this night as if it were yesterday and how you got the call just as we were pulling into the long drive to the house. I hope that Santa grants your request for no more stitches – this year – and hopefully – next!
Oh Kelly, these kids wipe off years of our lives. My 3 yr old was jumping around in a BN store and after me scolding her for it hit her head on the shelf and fell. She cried and I picked her up reluctantly giving her the “i told you so” speech and then felt something warm and wet on my face as I snuggled her – then there was blood all over. A trip to the ER and all was good. Sigh – our life as it is.
Hmmm. We have an oddly similar story from back in the day, though it might have ended with only three stitches and there was no such thing as an iPhone or possibly even a Nintendo.
Glad you are doing okay!
My husband and I were taking bets on how many more we’ll have before the little guy reaches 18.
I really love age 4 too. I could do without the injuries though. đŸ˜‰
Boys. Don’t know why they try to get their mothers to faint!
I love four year olds! I have one who’s about to turn five. The sheer exuberance is amazing!
So glad that things turned out well, and woohoo for those SmartPhone apps!
Something tells me that this isn’t going to be your last visit to the ER!!!