Well, he did it again. Only this time, it was worse! The first time involved little crying, and one stitch. This boo-boo had screaming, crying, convulsing and four staples to the head. Poor little guy. We had just arrived home from Bible Study, and I was rummaging through my purse to find my blood sugar monitor. I heard this horrible sound, and I knew that it was going to be bad. He fell off his little riding truck and hit the corner of the wall. Fortunately, I stayed somewhat calm. I drove him to Urgent Care and his daddy showed up within minutes. He's doing alright now. He had a hard time going to sleep the night it happened. He kept saying, "What did the doctor do to me?" and "What's on my head?" I have 12 days until my ultrasound! Maybe if it's a girl this time, there will be less trips to the urgent care!
6 comments:
OH MY GOSH! Poor guy! What a little trooper. I have a feeling Brock is going to be the same way.
Ouch. No wonder he cried. I would have needed a sucker too. I would have needed some good pain meds for that.
Fischer is officially in my prayers.
YIKES! That looks like it hurts!!
Soooooo glad Tanner hasn't had anything like that yet. Only a matter of time though...
I remember onetime I gashed my head open when I was 6 or 7. It took 3 nurses and my mother to try and hold me down while the doctor put in 3 or 4 stiches into the top of my head. I remember screaming "Don't let them kill me!!" at the top of my lungs. So you go Fischer give them H.E. double hocky sticks.
OUCH!
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