Andrew and I were enjoying a nice, quiet Sunday morning earlier today, when there was a bit of an accident. He is now able to climb on things, and climbed into his seat at the table for the first time yesterday. Well this morning he was trying to climb onto one of the chairs for his toddler table, and decided to use his riding toy as a step. The toy went flying out from under him, and he did quite an impressive sideways spin, and landed his head on the patio door tracks. I was two feet away from him, and immediately jumped to pick him up. Now he can usually shrug off a head bump or fall pretty easily, but this time he started crying hysterically. I took him into his room and we got his blankies and we sat in the rocking chair until he calmed down. He did say "head hurt", but he seemed better, so we went out to the living room and he crawled up on the sofa with a book. I sat down next to him, which was when I noticed there was quite a bit of blood in his hair. FREAK OUT. Brian was at work this morning, so being by myself was a bit unnerving. I tried to call Brian, but he didn't answer. Then I snapped a picture on my phone and sent it to him. Nothing. Sent a text, and finally got him to call me back. He hadn't gotten the picture yet, so I resent it. His reply: Take him to the hospital. Now, I know I can have the tendency to worry and blow things up to be bigger than they might be, which is why I love Brian. He grounds me when I need it. But to hear his response scared the poo out of me.

There is a Children's Urgent Care center a few miles away from us, but of course they weren't going to be open for another couple of hours, so we ended up going to the Children's hospital downtown. Driving there was probably more nerve-racking than the drive to the hospital after my water broke. I realized on the drive down there that today was November 1st, which means that all the interns have just started a new month of rotations. Great. That doesn't make me feel much better. We get to the ER, and I walk in and have no idea where to go. We get checked in, when I get a surprised "has he never been here before?!" I guess that means I have been doing a good job so far as a mother. Whew. They took us back to triage, weigh him (34 pounds!) and take his temperature, and then head back to get checked out. The verdict was stitches were needed, and they applied a numbing gel that had to sit for 30 minutes, and then wrapped his head in a bandage. We sat and read books and watched some tv, and then it was time for the dreaded stitches. Holding down your own child while they are getting their head sewn back together is not what I call enjoyable. And if you've ever experienced Andrew's muscular power, I'm sure you can imagine that it wasn't easy. The 3 stitches seemed to take an eternity, and both Andrew and I were crying. I mean, I like to sew and all, but seeing the needle go into your child's head made me want to vomit. They finished up, and sent us on our way. In and out in less than an hour, and I will say I am impressed with the Children's ER so far.

Brian and I were joking tonight that maybe we should put a helmet on Andrew. Upon hearing that, he started yelling "helmet, helmet!" and seemed to like the idea. But by the end of the evening Andrew was back to his old self, and was even practicing his dive rolls in the living room. I have a feeling this won't be the last time we get stitches.