Last night, Traci and I were talking about how we were both amazed that neither of our kids have had to go to the emergency room–especially Bradley, since he’s always getting into things and is quite accident-prone. I think you can already see where this is going.
Today, Bradley fell down, hit his head on a wooden part of the couch, and got big gash just above his right eye. It’s just under an inch long, but it was deep. I was downstairs working at the time, but I heard Traci upstairs yelling for me. I went up to see what was going on, and she had her hand on Bradley’s head, and blood was running down his face and all over her hand and arm. I took them both into the bathroom and got a washcloth to clean the blood up so I could get a good look at the cut, and I immediately saw that it was going to need stitches. I called my mom to come watch Michael, and as soon as she got here, we left. I sped all the way to the hospital, and passed quite a few cars illegally (not that it was 100% necessary), but I did’t care. I was amazed that they got us back to see a nurse immediately, and the doctor had already seen Bradley before I was done signing papers. The doctor ended up using Dermabond instead of stitches, and it looks just awful now. It looked pretty bad before, but the Dermabond has a purplish tint to it, so it looks like a big gash with a big bruise around it.
I’ve still got Bradley beat by a long shot–I had my first stitches at six months of age, and I’ve had about 70 stitches total throughout my life. I hope neither of my kids are as bad as I was, but it’s looking like Bradley is well on his way.