When, as a mother, you dare to take a few days off to rest and recover, you are inevitably met with a shite-storm of mayhem upon your return.
My first morning back included falling, bleeding, split temple, applied pressure, ambulance, hospital, freezing, stitches and a big, ol' swollen head. Yeah, like he needed that! It's a guaranteed wake-up; seeing your child's skull at the bottom of a deep cut. Mmmm.
And, as much as I'd like the worst to be over, I've been given the task of removing the stitches in 5 days time. Any volunteers to take on that task?
Could be much, much worse. He's totally fine and milking it for all it's worth. Thanks goodness.
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I will, I will! (If that means I can come and check out your new digs, and get smooches & hugs from your little ones!) ;) I wish you didn't live so far.
ReplyDeleteGlad to see he's doing okay. I'm sure mummy made everything better...that and maybe a few popsicles?!