I was looking forward to a lovely Easter weekend....
Not exactly what I had in mind....
On Friday at 5pm, Todd took Abby to soccer practice and Sam was playing with the neighbor kids. I was working on the computer when Steve came in and in his lovely British voice said, "Sam cut his head and he's bleeding. A lot."
I thought he fell outside but he was in their house. We ran over and he was leaning over the sink and Jane had gobs of paper towels trying to stop the bleeding. It had stopped for the most part, still a bit weepy. He wasn't crying and he was fairly calm. Jane, on the other hand, was not.
Apparently, he had been watching Theo play baseball on the Wii and he got so excited about Theo's home run that he threw his head back and hit it on the corner of a glass table.
He was able to walk home and I sat him in a chair and got an ice pack and put it on his head. It was a bit hard to see the actual cut because of his hair. It had stopped bleeding and I had called Todd. He came home and we needed to assess if we were going to the ER or not.
The poor bean bag sacrificed itself. Per Jane, it was A LOT of blood!
Todd got Sam in the shower and carefully shaved his head. He looks like Friar Sam now.
This is what we found. It's over an inch long.
Hmmm....to ER or not to ER, that was the question.
Not exactly what I had in mind....
On Friday at 5pm, Todd took Abby to soccer practice and Sam was playing with the neighbor kids. I was working on the computer when Steve came in and in his lovely British voice said, "Sam cut his head and he's bleeding. A lot."
I thought he fell outside but he was in their house. We ran over and he was leaning over the sink and Jane had gobs of paper towels trying to stop the bleeding. It had stopped for the most part, still a bit weepy. He wasn't crying and he was fairly calm. Jane, on the other hand, was not.
Apparently, he had been watching Theo play baseball on the Wii and he got so excited about Theo's home run that he threw his head back and hit it on the corner of a glass table.
He was able to walk home and I sat him in a chair and got an ice pack and put it on his head. It was a bit hard to see the actual cut because of his hair. It had stopped bleeding and I had called Todd. He came home and we needed to assess if we were going to the ER or not.
The poor bean bag sacrificed itself. Per Jane, it was A LOT of blood!
Todd got Sam in the shower and carefully shaved his head. He looks like Friar Sam now.
This is what we found. It's over an inch long.
Hmmm....to ER or not to ER, that was the question.
We texted our friend Ryan Cortez, El Doctor, to see if he could come take a look at Sam. As you may be aware, Sam's is not a good patient and I cannot imagine holding him down, shooting him up with lidocaine and stapling his head. Not a good experience to even think about.
I ran to Walgreen's (twice) to get supplies to take care of the wound and Todd and Ryan we able to glue the wound and keep it together with steri-strips.
Sam is not allowed at Jane's without wearing some sort of helmet now.
The next morning we went to Abby's soccer game and she scored the only two goals of the whole game. We passed on Sam's game due to the gaping head wound.
Saturday afternoon, we went with the Taylor's to the Atlanta Temple Open House. It's been closed for nearly two years for massive renovations.
On our way...
The temple is so lovely and I'm so excited to have a temple close again. The Taylor's enjoyed the tour and asked several questions about the church. We had a great time.
Afterward, we hit The Flying Biscuit for dinner...delish!
Poor Sam
My delicious French Toast (or Eggy bread if you're British)
The gang
Easter Sunday
That was our weekend....the good (soccer goals, temple, Flying Biscuit), the bad (head wound) and the ugly (head wound & Jane's poor bean bag and carpet).
