Friday Night Excitement.

So on Friday night we had a bit of fun. The kids were downstairs playing in the basement and Jethro and Hazel came up escorting a bleeding, crying Talmage.  He had been riding his bike and crashed into Jethro who was riding a scooter and hit the wall or the floor with his cute little head.
So I hugged him and got a rag and cleaned him up a bit and took a picture.  Then I fed him some dinner because I thought he probably needed stitches so he should have some dinner in him before he had to be gone all evening, and I called Brett and told him to come home to look and see what he thought.

So we decided he should go get stitches and I decided I wanted to take him, so off to the hospital we went.  As soon as the nurse took a glance at it she said, “Yep, it needs stitches.”  So we waited for the doctor and I told Talmage if he was brave I would let him have a ride on the carousel that’s outside our grocery store at the moment.
So he lies down, and I sit besides him on the bed and hold both of his hands, the doctor and nurse come in and wash his cut, he says in the saddest little voice, “That hurt!”  And then they give him the shot to make him numb, and he cries, but only a bit and he’s really good.  Then she takes a couple syringes full of probably saline and spray it into his cut to wash it really well, and then she says, “Now I’ll just check to make sure the bone is okay,” and starts pulling open the cut to look inside.  And I think, egh.  Just a bit, but then I feel a little warm  so I take off my sweater.  And both the doctor and nurse immediately say, “Are you okay?  Do you want to lie down?  Once we get started stitching we won’t have any hands to help you if you faint, so you should lie down!” 
And I think, no, no, I’m just fine.  This is okay—I wanted to watch.  That’s why I came instead of Brett.  But then I decide to pull over the chair and sit on it instead of stand.  And then I’m still not feeling entirely right, so I just lay my head down for a second, sure that I’ll feel just fine in a moment.  And then I really start to feel woozy and light-headed and although my head is still down, and I’m just sure that I’ll be fine, it still gets worse and things are going a bit dark and I figure I’d rather lie down than fall down.  So I lie down on the floor and poor little Talmage says, “Hold my hands Mommy!”  Ahhhh- worst mom ever!  Just kidding.
So anyway, then they had someone bring me some orange juice, which I drank, they finished stitching him, and by the time they were done I was fine again.  And Talmage got some stickers and we went home.  The end. 
p.s. I was going to post the above pictures sooner, but then I thought it wasn’t right to post them without some pictures of him looking not quite so ghastly.  So here he is.  It still looks worse than it really is, since there’s some blood along the top that is just dried where the bandage was, but anyway he’s a cute stitches-head.