The Losing Battle

My poor little Parker has quite a losing battle this week with head wounds. Two weeks ago, he was sitting outside with my one the front steps, which are concrete. He leaned over to watch an ant that was crawling on them, lost his balance, and hit his forehead on the next step, leaving quite a scrape. (You can see what's left of that mark on the picture right in the middle of his forehead.) Last Friday, he was pushing on the window bubble that we have covering our outside basement window, trying to see inside it, when the bubble broke and he fell into the window well. Hence this wound:


He cut one side of his head, and bruised the other. It didn't seem to shake him much, he only cried a little bit. Then last night, about 8:30 he got this one, which had to be super-glued at the ER. He took the cushion off the couch downstairs, and then tripped on it, causing his head to hit the board in the couch frame. He cried for a minute or two then, too, and then seemed to be fine. The Dr. said it didn't need stitches because the edges of the wound were close enough together, but he did close it up with super-glue to prevent him from having a great big ugly scar there. He hated the Dr. and nurses trying to touch him, and cried more from them being close than any pain he was in.


This morning the kids all "oohd" and "awwd" over him, and he kept pointing to his head as if to say, "Yeah, I got an owie. Give me more attention." But when they tried to hug him, he pushed them away as if to say, "Yeah, I got an owie, but I'm tough. Leave me alone!" He's been fine all day. He just looks like he has one angry eyebrow until the glue wears off. I'm just hoping that we're to the end of the head injuries to this poor little guy. He's tough, but I'm sure people somewhere in this town will think I'm abusing him. (That goes to another story that I may tell another day.) For now, I'm just thinking about making him wear a bike helmet wherever he goes. I just don't think he'll go for it.