Well, I did not make it to the store this morning after all. Son #1 decided to fool around this morning instead of getting ready to go (this is not unusual), and he got hurt.
I had just answered the phone, it was my Mom wanting to discuss the Christmas Eve Menu, and I heard a scream, but that is not an unsual occurence in my home. My children are a loud and boisterous bunch!
But this time my son came to me with blood all over his hand and said what I thought was, "I crushed my hand on brother’s bed!" He was hysterical, "help me, Mama, help me!" and it took me a moment to figure out what he was saying and realize there was more blood than just on his one hand.
He had blood all over both hands and his clothes. I had Daughter hang up the phone and asked him where is all the blood coming from? He said it was his head. Then the sinking feel in my gut hit, and I tried to stay strong for him. He was already so hysterical. Then he said he felt very sick.
I sat him next to me and asked Daughter to get a washcloth while I inspected his head. OH, LORD! His scalp was completely separated in a wound at least an inch long! Daughter came back and I asked her for two throw up bowls, as by then Son and I both felt ill. She brought them and then I nearly passed out. I was already seated on the mud room bench, but ended up sliding down onto the floor and almost losing consciousness. I snapped myself out of it, because it wasn’t helping. I was trying to be strong, but I did not feel well at all!
Daughter called Beloved and she couldn’t really talk becuase she was freaked out. I tried to tell him what had happened, but Son kept saying don’t talk about it in front of me! He just didn’t want to hear about the scalp being separated, etc. Beloved said he would come home now and I thanked the Lord right there that I would not have to be the one to drive him to the ER by myself. Beloved was concerned about it all putting me into labor and he didn’t want to take any chances. I recovered rather quickly after that. Daughter loaded up the little guys and I packed some Peanut Butter Balls and Son’s jacket and a Blanket, as he seemed to be going into shock when I got him in the car. He got cold and really scared.
I explained to him what they would do and asked Daughter to make sure he didn’t pass out while I got the rest of my stuff loaded. The Beloved came and took us to the ER. I took Son into register him, but Beloved ended up taking him in for treatment. He was concerned that I couldn’t handle it in my condition. He forgets that I handled what is now known in our family as the "Chopstick Incident" alone when he was out of town and I was pregnant. That included a Cat Scan complete with IV of Son. But I wasn’t as far along then as I am, now.
Son has five staples in his scalp. No X-rays necessary. No concussion. No stitches. Obviously, he does have a headache.
The staples come out in 7 days.
And that is enough drama for me today. I may or may not make it to the store today, and I don’t even care anymore.