Everyone has been warning us that we'd be taking our sons to the ER. "Three boys?! Be prepared for trips to the ER!" Ha, ha. There is a touch of truth to what they say. Little boys tend to play a little rougher than little girls, so you'd figure they'd be more likely to land themselves in the ER for an injury of this or that.
Today we (Casey, Gavin, Liam, and me~Mama) were headed out to the park for a picnic breakfast but fate had other plans. Liam ran inside our dining room, slipped and fell forward into the door frame. Screams and a scary bloody face headed my way as I picked him up and rushed him to the kitchen to wash him off. He had a huge half inch long gash that wouldn't stop bleeding. One look at it and I knew he needed stiches.
With the help of a friendly neighbor, I found my way to the children's hospital across town. Fortunately, we didn't have to wait too long, and by the time Liam was ready to be stitched up Paco was there to help out.
A few hours later, all bandaged up, Liam happily went down for a nap, like the morning's adventures never happened.
