Last Friday around Mason comes running up the stairs, and says "Mommy, I'm bleeding" in a very calm voice....and then turns around. I gasped. Blood was pouring out of his head. Now, Mason wasn't crying and (as many of you know), head wounds do tend to bleed a lot, so I tried to not get too bent out of shape. I quickly grabbed some towels and cleaned up his head. When I got a closer look, I knew he would need stitches. It was DEEP. Thankfully when I called the doctor's office, our pediatrician had an open appointment in 10 minutes. See we loaded (quickly) in the car and off we went.
When we got to the doctor everyone kind of had this panicked look, and the receptionist said; 'is this Matthew?' I said, "Why, sure THIS is Matthew (pointing into the stroller), but we're here with Mason." A look of relief swept over everyone's faces. Apparently the nurse we talked to accidentally clicked the wrong name when we called and everyone thought Matthew had busted his head open!!! (And they were of course, all wondering how that happened!)
Back into the treatment room we went. Dr. "S" numbed him up and Mason didn't even make a peep! I couldn't believe it. He just would squeeze his eyes shut with each poke. This little guy is tough as nails, I tell you! Three stitches later, we were on our way back home.
What I find most interesting is Mason's account of the incident of the injury. He told me...."Micah and I were wrestling, and I had a boxing glove on. Micah pushed me and I went FLYING!!! Then I landed on my head and blood came gushing out everywhere!" (That is word for word...oh and by the way, we are almost sure his head came in contact with a lego piece..causing the gash). We have since banned wrestling from the house!!