Our Life: Tate Gets Stitches
We had a rude awakening this weekend - literally. As Tate was on his way to crawl in our bed (something he does every night) he tripped and hit the bridge of his nose on the cheap metal bed frame that holds the box spring.
It was the scariest thing I have ever experienced. Head wounds bleed so much and at first I couldn't tell what the source was. I put pressure on it immediately while Steve rushed around getting ready to the hospital - which is when my body decided it was too much and almost gave out on me. My hearing went and my muscle pressure followed. It was all I could do to stay conscious. Somehow we made it to the car & rushed to the small local emergency room. We were the only people waiting (our first good luck). They stitched him up quickly and we were on our way home an hour later.
He is handling it like a champ, but I still get teary eyed thinking about that perfect face with a scar.
I know it's cliche, but parenting really is like having your heart walking around in the world. This kid is the best thing to ever happen to us, and I am just so relieved it wasn't something worse.
We'll be taking this week slow, but don't forget that today is a great day to find good deals in the retail world.
posted on Monday, January 21, 2013