Our First ER Visit

Oh, my. I was just trying to be a good mom, reaching for the puzzle bin that sits on the top shelf of Alex's closet. Alan was at a meeting, boys and I were having a quiet Sunday morning reading and playing together. Unfortunately, the boys guitar was on top of the bin I reached for, and it came crashing at just the right angle to slice open a big bruise Alex already had on his forehead. There was blood everywhere. He was so brave. I put him up on the counter in the bathroom while I tried frantically to get a hold of Alan, who finally arrive home to find Alex comforting me! He kept saying, "I'll help you feel better Mommy, don't worry! It's OK mommy!" The poor child was covered in blood, as was Rover, Alex's ever-present side-kick. We made our way to the ER (against Alan's will, I might add. He honestly wanted to go pick up some super glue from Walmart and just take care of it himself.) They suggested stitches, but Alan convinced them--to guess what? Just super-glue it back together. Less scaring, less painful, just as, if not more, effective. By the end of our ER visit, Alex had the story of what had happened to him down-pat. We will have to get it on video, it makes a great story. I'm so glad my little man is okay.