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So I'm taking some birthday cupcakes out of the oven yesterday afternoon when I get an hysterical phone call from Ethan:
Ethan. Mom! Aaron fell and there's blood and his eye is OUT!
Me. ... WHAT?!
Ethan. (frantic) We need you to com up here. Uhhh. Mrs. Singleton wants to talk to you.
Me. Yes. Good idea.
So I get on the phone and it turns out that sweet Aaron James had RUN INTO A TREE and scraped his face. I get to the school and his teacher said, "Okay, Carrie, we think it's going to need a couple of stitches. I scoff at this, thinking, He ran into a tree! How bad could it really be?
My father-in-law (whose medical background is being a butcher and an electrical contractor - so...none) happened to be there giving AJ his birthday presents and he peeled back the bandage the school nurse had put on, and put it back quickly, saying, "Yeah, you're going to the hospital."
So we went. Aaron is very subdued at this point, and instead of the emergency room, we went to the urgent care center. When we get into the room, I finally see the gash on my baby's head, and do the all over body shiver. Because, YEAH. He got stitches. Seven stitches on his seventh birthday, which is rather poetic, when you think about it. And although he didn't appreciate when they shoved a four inch needle next to his eye, he handled the rest of it very well. He talked to us about learning about the planets in school, and even patted me on the hand and said, "Don't worry Mom, chicks dig scars." He even said he was going to get a little of his own back today and kick that tree on his way out of school, so I think he's going to be fine.
I, however, really don't care for seeing my babies sewn up. Good heavens, mother of mercy.
His father said he needs to come up with a better story than, "I ran into a tree." Like... there were nine... maybe TEN trees, and they all ganged up on me, but I fought em off...
Click for the pics, but not if you're squeamish about stuff...
( Poor AJ! )
He's FINE. But the drama king in him is eating this up.
Ethan. Mom! Aaron fell and there's blood and his eye is OUT!
Me. ... WHAT?!
Ethan. (frantic) We need you to com up here. Uhhh. Mrs. Singleton wants to talk to you.
Me. Yes. Good idea.
So I get on the phone and it turns out that sweet Aaron James had RUN INTO A TREE and scraped his face. I get to the school and his teacher said, "Okay, Carrie, we think it's going to need a couple of stitches. I scoff at this, thinking, He ran into a tree! How bad could it really be?
My father-in-law (whose medical background is being a butcher and an electrical contractor - so...none) happened to be there giving AJ his birthday presents and he peeled back the bandage the school nurse had put on, and put it back quickly, saying, "Yeah, you're going to the hospital."
So we went. Aaron is very subdued at this point, and instead of the emergency room, we went to the urgent care center. When we get into the room, I finally see the gash on my baby's head, and do the all over body shiver. Because, YEAH. He got stitches. Seven stitches on his seventh birthday, which is rather poetic, when you think about it. And although he didn't appreciate when they shoved a four inch needle next to his eye, he handled the rest of it very well. He talked to us about learning about the planets in school, and even patted me on the hand and said, "Don't worry Mom, chicks dig scars." He even said he was going to get a little of his own back today and kick that tree on his way out of school, so I think he's going to be fine.
I, however, really don't care for seeing my babies sewn up. Good heavens, mother of mercy.
His father said he needs to come up with a better story than, "I ran into a tree." Like... there were nine... maybe TEN trees, and they all ganged up on me, but I fought em off...
Click for the pics, but not if you're squeamish about stuff...
( Poor AJ! )
He's FINE. But the drama king in him is eating this up.
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