The Scariest Boo Boo Yet

Heart wrenching moment

His poor little face looks so swollen. 

The new binky 

Watching TV 

Worn out

Saturday night we were all gathered around Caden talking with everyone while he played. All of a sudden he picks up his blanket, trips on it, and then falls right into the corner of tile. It was the longest 2 seconds of my life until we reached down to pick him up with a delayed cry. Casey held him in the light and it took a second or so but all of a sudden blood just started gushing everywhere. You could tell before the blood came out it was going to be bad because of the deepness of the cut. I quickly grabbed him with one hand and a paper towel with another hand. I just yelled to my mom to get me a rag. I had blood dripping down my hands and my biggest concern was keeping it from getting in his eyes. I kept pushing it up towards his hair which made him look like his hair was died straight red. Casey kept yelling don't go to sleep because he was afraid of a concussion since he hit so hard. We quickly jumped in the car and I didn't even put Caden in his car seat because of the amount of blood coming out and how much he was screaming. I just kept holding the rag on there tight in hopes I could get it to clot. As soon as I ran into the ER with him they immediately took him. While I was signing him in, Casey was holding him in the back of the ER trying to get his weight. He refused to sit on the scale so they just had Casey stand on it and deduct his weight. They quickly put us in a room and put some numbing medicine on it so it would relieve some pain. He laid there in my arms watching cartoons until it was time to get stitches. They even brought him a binky from Labor and Delivery because he left his at home and we knew it would comfort him. It was a different kind than he used so he kept pulling it out and looking at it while asking us where his was. To put the stitches in they wrapped him up in a blanket like a burrito, even though he held perfectly still other than crying. I was able to stand right over him and hold him so he knew I was still there. They put 3 stitches in and that was it. After they were done he was much more calm. I think the local anesthetic helped a lot with the pain and I had given him some tylenol also. Even though he was hurt and looked so worn out, he still was signing thank you thank you to both doctors that stitched him and assisted. He is such the little gentleman. After we left we promised him some ice cream, and we hadn't eaten so we stopped at Steak and Shake and got us all some food and him some ice cream. He ate very well considering the trauma he had just been through. I guess he cried up an appetite. Needless to say I was a mess inside and felt like crying because I felt so bad for him, but couldn't because he gets so upset if he sees me upset. Plus I had to think straight when trying to see what I needed to do for him. I never ever want to go through this again! Even though everyone says expect more with boys, but I pray to God that we never have this traumatic experience again!