First Time For Everything

Well, we completely skipped our first kid and have moved onto Hunter--our first kid to get stitches. They were playing in the bath one night and I heard crying--not gonna lie, I ignored it at first (normal fighting cry). They awhile later I heard crying again, started to go check and Reag ran to me saying Hunter got hurt. He fell and got this awesome gash. Nick was at work, of course!, and kids are dead tired and ready for bed. I got the bleeding to stop, then debated. I took this picture and sent it to my dad and Nick to see what they thought. My dad said, Yep, take him in. NO FUN!!! Thank goodness it was a Friday night and we were the only ones at Instacare. He screamed like mad every time the nurse came in. Both kids were starving and tired. Thank goodness they only did the numbing gel. It was nice to not have a needle, but it took SOOOO LONG!!!!!!! 2 hours later, 2 dead kids, 7 stitches and one tired mom (and onery at her husband who can't use his phone ever at work), we were on our way back home. Of course, Nick gets the 20+ texts I send (first ones tell him what's going on, then increasingly more mad texts go his way!), he calls and checks as I'm getting kids in the car. ANNOYING!!!! :) Get kids home, both crash on the way. Needless to say, it ended fine. I did learn two things though: 1. I'm not nearly as tough as I think I am when it comes to my kids being hurt; and 2. Stitches did not slow him down. I kept worrying he would bust them open!! Oh well, chicks dig scars I guess!