Last Friday we had our first trip to the E.R. with Brent. We almost made it 3 years. Not that 3 years was a goal I had or anything but still. Brent was running through the house, tripped (on nothing) and fell. His face smashed right into a flower pot. At the time I felt very unlucky because that was the only thing in the floor that he could have possibly hit. And then he had to go and hit it with his head. But after speaking with many nurses and a couple doctors I realised we were very fortunate that he hit right in between his eyes and managed to miss both of them.
So after 1 hour at urgent care and 3 hours in the emergency room, we came home with a glued up head and a very, VERY tired mommy. Brent was such a champ! He actually held the wash cloth to his wound all the way to the hospital to stop the bleeding. Thankfully, my dad was able to meet us there and help with Owen because Brandon was 2 hours away working.
It all worked out and Brent is back to his crazy, rambunctious self. Here's hoping that it won't leave a bad scar and if it does, here's hoping all the chick's will dig his cool scar. ;)
2 comments:
awwwwwwwww poor little guy but so so so glad that it worked out and that what and how it happened happened :) did that even make sense? LOL well anyhow so glad all is well at the cutrell household ;)
I think the chicks will dig it!
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