We were "bowling' in the hallway... just rolling a ball and hitting old wine corks (and a Lego man) and getting points... T was winning. He decided to get a "running start" but as he came around the corner, his socks slid, he slipped and went falling into the wall.
He does this stuff all the time. I mean, he operates at 300% at all times.
SMACK! He hesitated for 2 seconds and screamed bloody murder. He literally jumped into my lap. What do I do? oooh I start RUBBING his head. Poor baby... next thing I know my hand is covered in blood. he has blood on his face, so Holt helps and we calm him down. The bleeding FINALLY stops. But the gash, ick. His hair is bloody and stiff - the wound doesn't look THAT bad.
Next thing you know he wants to play football (UM - NO!) hockey? Ok, fine - we pass and that's it. We play games, he's happy, he's fine. My gut says - NO.
So I look at his head (again) and call my Aunt Jeanne (my own private nurse) - clearly she can't do anything other than diagnose what I'm telling her. Well, I was about to shave the area and put a little butterfly bandage on there (it appeared small) but again, my gut says NO...
So, my friend Tracy suggest a Children's Urgent Care... yup, off we go. While we were waiting I asked him what he thought Santa thought. He said "He's gonna leave me band-aids Mama, cuz I have a lot of cuts and boo boos." (I'm betting money they show up under the tree!)
Best decision ever. The wound was longer than I thought (the blood was covering) - she cleaned it and it looked fine but... sadly... needed two staples. STAPLES? OMG - STAPLES? Not glue? Not a little stitch? STAPLES? I'm an EA... I staple all.day.long... NOT staples. I felt my knees go. NOT STAPLES IN MY KIDS HEAD!!!!
I almost left the room BUT I knew, this would probably be the first of many with my little jock. So, I sucked it up and stayed. It wasn't so much the cut or the blood... it truly was that I WANTED IT TO BE ME? Why couldn't it be ME?
He was SO brave. 2 clean ups, 2 quick (and painful) staples later - my boy was good to go. We left with a 7-Up, 2 suckers and a smile. Holt was starving, so we went and ate dinner. Every time he touched it or leaned back I thought it MUST hurt...nope. Not even flinching.
Here is a pic...one, two staples!
There is NOTHING worse than seeing your child in pain or thinking they are in danger. NOTHING.
I'm so proud of T. We came home, put on jammies and he snuggled me and said "Mama, I like when you are with me" - then he held my hand. Sweetest moment ever, totally God's gift to me.
So many friend and family cared and I don't care how many people make fun of Facebook - it is the EASIEST way to get people praying and keep family notified. IT WORKS.
I love you Tristan Holt "bravest boy ever" Barber. Merry Christmas Eve Eve buddy!!!!
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