This week started like many others. Fit Boy had (yet another) ear infection and fever and was home for a couple of days. I stayed home with him and Mr. O. on Monday and hubby stayed home with them yesterday so I could get come work done at the office. My favorite part of when hubby is home with them is the phone call I get from them at lunch time. Their little voices are simply adorable on the phone.
After my phone call from home, I settled into my afternoon in hopes of finishing the work I’d set out to do before heading home for the day. About 10 minutes after that, my phone rang. I briefly considered letting it go to voice mail but decided to answer it. The first thing I heard on the other end was my hubby’s shaky voice saying “<Mr. O.> took a bad fall, hit his head. There’s lots of blood and I think he needs stitches.”
*Cue heart stopping immediately in my chest*
I couldn’t get home fast enough. We decided I would take him to children’s emergency and hubby would stay home with the oldest. I got home and my poor little boy was looking a bit worse for wear, with a big band-aid on his forehead and tears in his eyes. I have to admit, I don’t think hubby looked much better.
I packed him up in the car and off we went.
Thankfully, stitches was the worst of it. No head injury. Mr. O. enjoyed a Popsicle, a couple of cookies and a lot of love and attention from the doctor’s and nurses. I hated having to restrain him and see him cry so much when they stitched him up but he was so brave and just as fast as it began, it was over and we were on our way home.
I can’t say I’m entirely surprised that Mr. O. was the first recipient of an ER visit and I highly doubt it will be our last. Our rough’n'tumble little man is back to bouncing around, jumping and playing with nothing more than a very large band-aid on his forehead to remind us of yesterday’s ordeal.
Mama, on the other hand, has aged about 10 years overnight.
What are some of the adventures your kids have taken you on?