Stitches

Well, I made it almost twelve mothering years before one of our chicklets needed stitches. But as of last night, that record is over.

On the way home from an fun hike with Jacob, Matt stumbled on a rock and his head connected with another rock. His incredible dad got the bleeding stopped with his very own shirt and because he couldn't see if it was truly bad or not right away, brought him home for me to check it out. The minute the fancy bandanna came off Matt's head, both of us knew we were headed to the ER for stitches. It wasn't long, but it was wide and very deep. I have some "before" pictures for anyone that is interested. (Or who is as strange as I am and finds that kind of stuff fascinating. In my defense, we took them for Matt, who wanted to see what it looked like, but not until after it was closed up and we were on our way.) I do take others into consideration though and even though the pre-stitched pictures are in my possession, I chose not to post them on a public blog. You are welcome.

By the way, I'm a huge fan of the Children's Hospital in Boston. Yes, the visit did take multiple hours, but they got us in almost immediately and were very attentive and helpful the entire time. They were so sweet to Matt and if you could hear him tell the story today, you would think it was the best four hours of his life.

So, in summary, poor Matt had a fight with a rock and the rock won. In related news, until further notice, all birthday parties for the Allen children will be canceled and they will now be taking a trip to the ER to receive stitches on their special day. Because from the sound of it, that is much more exciting than anything else they could be doing.

And to think I have wasted so many years trying to keep them from cutting their heads open.

All kidding aside, I seriously LOVE this boy. He was incredibly brave
and calm and I adore him. And am beyond grateful it wasn't worse.