Well, we made it 6 years with kids before needing to go to the "emergency room". It was a normal day and after lunch, when all of a sudden I heard Joel screaming/crying and it was a different cry. I knew he was really hurt. I was on my way to Joshua's room (where all the kids were playing) and Jeralyn is yelling about blood. Oh no! Joel had a gash in his head and I responded quickly. I put a band-aid on the wound, called Quent (who was working out of town that day but I didn't know it) and then I called my neighbor and she came over immediately. I also called the clinic and told them we were on our way. We were at the clinic for 2 hours. While there, Joel received 5 stitches, 2 popsicles, and 2 suckers. Now, imagine what it would be like to hold down a 1-1/2 year old child while he gets stitched up? It's no fun!! It took 3 of us to hold him down, plus the doctor who stitched him him. He was pretty tired after that ordeal and took a nice nap after we got home. I wish I could have taken a nap too.
This is Joel the day before.
Joel and I waiting in the "emergency room" at the clinic.
After. He was pretty good about not touching the bandages or stitches.
He has a nice scar.
I'm still not sure what happened. Jeralyn still doesn't know what happened and I believe her. The only thing I can think of was he hit the corner of a chest that's in the bed, but I found no evidence of that. It's a mystery.
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