It has been a traumatic week, Garrett had to get stitches! My mom was babysitting and he fell and really busted his lip. He has a little chair that he stands on when he helps dry dishes, etc. I’m fine with that because he doesn’t “climb” on the chair, he just uses it as a booster to get him high enough so he can see and help. Someone is always there right next to him, so no biggie, right? Well in this case he was trying to get a piece of candy Grant had left on the counter and he slipped off. Thankfully I was pulling in the driveway when it happened so I was right there and able to rush him to the ER. It is the most heartbreaking thing to see your child get stitches! I thought I would either pass out or throw up, I was physically hurting for him! The process of sewing up a baby is so traumatic, they have to constrict the body and of course all Garrett knew is that he was scared and couldn’t move. The doctor was excellent, but to hear my baby cry so hard and for him to not understand what was going on….ugh, tough.
After the dust settled my guilt began to set in, if I had just been home 2 minutes earlier, it wouldn’t have happened! My mom feels awful too but it was an accident and those things happen. What is going on this year?! Garrett has gotten hurt twice (although the cat fiasco was a total freak thing). I feel like our kids are always getting hurt! We DO have 3 boys but sheesh, my heart can only take so much!:) They are active (not wild) and I feel Jim and I are attentive but depsite all efforts, there are bound to be falls, bangs, and accidents along the way. Ahhh the joys of little boys.:)
Here is a photo of us at the ER. I don’t know why I was smiling, I was actually pretty distraught. Garrett finally fell asleep in my arms and Jim took the picture, I must have gone into automatic smile mode.