Last Friday I was getting things cleaned up from breakfast. Colt was playing with his little people farm and Brody was running around the house. I still can't remember if he was flying his rocket or trying to chase Colt. I heard a very loud noise and looked to see that Brody had crashed into the wall. He immediately started crying. I picked him up to see blood coming from his forehead and one of the deepest cuts I have seen in person (not that I have seen that many but it was still very deep). I started to panic a little wondering what I should do. I quickly got a wet washcloth and put it on the cut mostly because I did not want to look at it.
I did not see what had happened but I am assuming he tripped when he was running around the corner and hit his head on the cupboard. Unfortunately the edging on this cupboard has a very straight edge which is how I think he got the cut.
(you can kind of see where the edge is. There is nothing else nearby that would have made such a straight cut)

I called Brad twice before he was finally able to call me back. I was trying to figure out how I was going to get Brody to the emergency room while keeping the blood contained and hoping he wouldn't pass out...and I also needed to get Colt in the car. The bleeding seemed to slow down quite a bit so I put Brody in the car and had him hold the washcloth on his head. I ran back in to get Colt. I didn't have any socks for myself and just slipped on some shoes (I was looking pretty stylish). I called Brad again to meet me at the emergency room (we are lucky to live only a mile away).
Soon after Brody was buckled into his car seat he said, "I want some music." It was then that I knew he was going to be ok. When we arrived at the ER Brad came out to get Brody. He looked at his cut and thankfully didn't panic or say anything that would stress me out anymore. Brody was seen right away.
Brad & Brody (you can sort of see the cut in this picture) Please excuse Brad's cheesy smile.

The doctors put on this numbing solution for 15 minutes while we sat with Brody and watched some cartoons.

They gave him some shots to numb it a little more and then started to stitch it up. It was one of the more difficult moments I have had as a mom. I tried my hardest not to cry and was thankful Brad was there to be right next to Brody. Brody kept saying "I'm all done, I'm all done." We had to keep distracting him to get his mind off of it. He was a champion and did a great job!
Here is Brody with his stitches. He was pretty tired after crying so hard and took a good nap that afternoon. I am so thankful it was an injury that could be taken care of so quickly. He is definitely back to his usual happy energetic self.

I am always praying for the health and safety of my family, but I know I also need to pray that God will give me the wisdom and direction I need to handle the many bumps and bruises my boys will have in the years to come.