There was SO MUCH BLOOD. I did not immediately think ER and neither did Tyrone, because head wounds bleed alot in the first place, minor or otherwise. But when we got a little of the blood away from this CHUNK out of poor Gabe's head, Tyrone and I looked at each other "ER?" "Yep." Poor Kaleb was just in tears, apologizing over and over, while Gabe told him it was okay, he still liked him. Gabe wanted to know if there was alot of blood. I lied "no, a little" He couldn't stop crying, would he liked some of Mommy's sweet tea? Yes, he would, and that stopped the tears.
Tyrone stayed with upset Kaleb (and oblivious Shiloh) and I enlisted Tricia to go the the hospital with Gabe and I in case we had to hold him still for stitches. He was fine, although bleeding still, until the doctor looked at it. Glue would do, the doctor pronounced, which was music to my ears, but Gabe was not fond of the idea of being someone's art project. "I think I just want a band-aid" Tricia and I regaled him with stories of our own stitches and how we WISHED they would have let us have glue. He relented on the condition that he could lay his head down in my lap while they did it. He cried only a little, screamed and fought none at all, and we were out of the ER in a record setting 30 minutes. He also now has a cool story with a scar to match.....
But if you ask him about last night, what you get is "They put purple glue on my head, and I got to stay up later then Kaleb and Shiloh!" He did wake up at 3:30, his poor head throbbing. So I've been up since then. Everyone else is awake now and Gabe and I are on our way upstairs for a nap. I wish the pic was a little clearer, as Mom specifically asked for a "blood and gore" pic, but I took 5, this was the best, and I'm tired! Rest assured, that booger is UGLY. But Gabe was a trooper. The first of many bloody ER visits with the children, I'm sure.....
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