Last night after dinner the kids grabbed some cookies to go outside and enjoy. DH and I stayed inside and ate our cookies at the table and talked. A few minutes later we heard screaming from T and he came running in the house with his head down and his hand on the back of his head and blood dripping everywhere. He was playing in the backyard and fell backwards and hit his head on some rocks. I knew from last time how badly heads bleed, so I wasn't sure how bad it was. We stopped the bleeding the best we could, helped him change his shirt, and then DH headed off for the clinic. He came out of there with only 3 stitches! I'm glad it wasn't any worse than that. I wonder how many more times we will be going to the doctor for stitches or broken bones, or any of the other fun stuff that goes along with having a boy.
The gift of time
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