Having three boys in a row, I’ve always anticipated that I’m going to have a LOT of trips to the emergency room. However, for being into motherhood 7 years now I’m happy to say that we have only been to the emergency room ONCE that entire time. And funny enough that first trip was because Harrison at 2 or 3 years old thew a rock at Branson. Branson’s head to be exact. And man alive was there a LOT of blood which scared a first time Mom like me to death.
However, by the time I actually secured a neighbor to watch my other kids while I took Branson to the emergency room – the bleeding had stopped and so we ended up shelling out a lot of money for nothing. This time around though I was prepared.
When I heard Harrison screaming outside in the backyard I immediately went to the window to see if everything was alright as often times Harry will be screaming bloody murder because Dawson took something he was playing with or because Branson told him he couldn’t play with him anymore. But occasionally it is because he is hurt so I always go check. And even though Harrison was in our neighbor Tuli’s backyard two houses away- I could tell that half of his face was COVERED in blood. So I ran and got a towel from the kitchen and then ran out the door to my poor little boy.
Although there were about 5 kids playing in the neighborhood at the time no one even realized something was wrong until they saw me come racing down my backyard for my little boy and then saw me scoop up Harry into my arms bloody head and all. I immediately placed the towel on his head – put it against my arm (to help put pressure on it) and then raced back up the hill.
Harry calmed down the second I picked him up and seemed more mad than hurt – telling me that Dawson threw a rock at him even though he knows he’s not supposed to. And letting me know he would need a bandaid. You think?
Later it came out that Harry actually threw a rock first and missed (thats okay right Mom?) – so Dawson threw a rock back. Apparently his aim is better! So we again had a big talk about how we NEVER throw rocks unless we are at a river or lake and are skipping them with Mommy or Daddy. Otherwise they are OFF limits for throwing.
Luckily by the time I got Harry home – he was completely calm and his bleeding had completely stopped. We were able to clean him up in a jiff, he got a popcycle for being brave, and all was well and good in the world again. He even wanted to go immediately back outside to play – but being the paranoid Mom that I am – I kept him indoors just to keep an eye on him to watch for signs of a concussion of any sort. I did manage to snag a quick picture before totally cleaning him off though so that Adam could see what happened. This was after the towel soaked up most of the blood while I carried him home.
So glad my little boy is okay.