Happy Mother's Day

It is a beautiful mother's day afternoon. Mark and I are sitting on a bench at the park laughing at Russ Russ. He is running around in circles giggling and singing and looking so cute. His little foot slips, and down he goes, hard on the cement. Scream, blood, Mark scoops him up with the speed of a cheetah, looks at me and says, "I think he might need stitches".

And boy was he right. Six stitches in that little chin. It had busted open to make a perfect peace sign.

So, I spent the evening holding down my screaming, sobbing, bleeding, sweating, pleading son -along with three other large nurse men- while the doctor stitched up Russell's chin. My poor poor little boy. It was the hardest thing I have had to do as a mother so far.

It took four of us, a sheet wrapped around and around his little body, and a lot of tape to keep him still enough to be stitched up.

When they numbed up his chin (injection) my poor little boy was sobbing, "all done, all done, all done" and "mommy help, help! I stuck mama. Mommy I hurt, help. Please PLEASE! Please mommy help." My heart was so broken, It took ALL my strength to not sob along with him. But, I tried to be strong, so he would not be more terrified.

The nurse next to me kept telling me sympathetically that he would tire out soon, but I knew he would scream and cry until it was all over. I was right of course.

When it was all over, it was such a relief to finally hold him, love him, tell him, "all done Russell", and that he did a good job, and that we could go see daddy and Luke in the car now.

We spent the rest of the night spoiling that kid with praise, kisses, hugs, and anything he wanted to eat and do.

Thankfully, young skin heals fast.

After the stitches