ER

It all started like any normal Friday. Talmage woke up insanely early, he spilled his cereal while watching Mickey Mouse and he insisted on coming within inches of my tired face saying, "Mommy sleeping? Mommy wake up!"

I gave the little mister a haircut to prep him for afternoon birthday pictures (the little rascal turns two next week) and then we headed to the shower. Oh bother.

The Reader's Digest version is as follows: He jumped in the shower. I told him to stop jumping because he would hurt himself. He looked me in the eyes, as he always does, to prove that he heard what I said and he would make his own darn decision as to when the jumping would end. He jumped again. He slipped. His head landed on the marble step and split open--clean and deep.

I held his head together with a towel, and called my neighbor to see if she could come assess the situation (she has two little girls and has already done the stitches thing). She agreed with me that he needed to get to the ER, and bless her heart she drove us there as fast as she could (and stayed with me until everything was under control, and took this picture of me and T waiting to get stitched up, and brought food to the hospital for T and I, and picked us up after the whole ordeal was over, and made us dinner and cookies...yep, she's a saint!)

We spent all day in the ER, ALL DAY! It took them six hours to see us, get him stitched up and to send us on our way. Most of it went smoothly, except when they put him in a straight jacket and started injecting the cut with anesthetic. T's face was so red and sweaty, and he was screaming and crying so loud that I thought his head might just blow off the rest of his body! Luckily it didn't, and luckily once he was numb the stitches part was semi-less traumatic.

Poor Jim was at school when this happened and I was only able to send him a one-sentence email telling him where we were and what was going on. I didn't get reception in the ER and by 4:30 he was going crazy with anxiety. He was supposed to have a late night, but instead came home to have dinner with his boy! He's also being a good sport about helping T keep the bandage on his head. He's supposed to wear it for 24 hours straight (and then band-aid's after that) but he doesn't think it's quite as cool as wearing a hat and keeps trying to take it off! But when Daddy wears it, T wears it!

I kind of thought T would come home a little more timid and careful (and obedient maybe). Wishful thinking on my part! He's been just as crazy, just as jumpy, and just as...independent! I feel like my first ER visit was kind of a right of passage...I just hope we don't make it routine. But with one wild boy and another on his way, I bet we'll be there more that I'd like ;)