Bam, 3:47 on the dot and Krischan is home from school. Today is no different, he strolls in the house and I have to ask him if he has homework and check his folder. The end of the school year brings about summer fever, hence the lack of desire to do homework...
ok, Krischan never has the desire to do homework, but it is because he is a genius and he is far more advanced than the work itself. (Don't you dare ever tell him I said that, I still need him to actually do his homework.)
Jakob is resting in my bed, Kadence is taking her nap and I go downstairs to check on the brisket in the oven. Rick and I make a little bit of small talk and we both hear this gutteral cave-man type scream. I automatically assume it is Jakob because when he notices I am not in the room with him anymore he tends to panic.
I calmly make my way upstairs and tell Jakob I am on my way. That is when Krischan turns the corner at the top of the stairs with his hand over his eye, tears streaming down his face and panic pouring from him.
"What happened?" He can't speak, but pulls his hands from his eye and I see the blood, and right now it is just over his eye and all in his eyebrow. He sees his finger with blood on it and starts to really panic and freak out more.
"Calm down and tell me what happened." I am holding his wrists to keep him from touching it again and leading him into the bathroom. I can't get him to take a breath and then Rick comes up the stairs, takes a look, and unthinkingly says "Oh GOD!"
I turn on him so fast I was probably a blur and yell (which I am sure didn't help to calm Krischan down) for Rick to calm down. We get him in the bathroom and I am able to clean it up and see that it isn't big, just deep.
My main course of action now is to get him to tell me what happened. Turns out he had his sports medal and was lasso'ing it above his head. Something went a bit wrong and it made contact with his face.
Lucky for me I have that calm mom reaction to this kind of thing. My heart didn't once accelerate and I knew exactly what to do. Amazing that I can do that.
My mother came out to watch the two little ones, and take care of my brisket, and I went off to take Krischan to the hospital. Part of me thought that maybe they would tell me I actually did overreact and that no stitches are needed, roll their eyes and call me a crazy woman.
The emergency room beds are in there own little room and each room has a tv. We watched cartoon network. I couldn't get him to turn it to HGTV.
Here he is with some numbing cream on it so they can stitch him up. He wanted to know if they were going to give him a knock-out pill. That way he would sleep, wake up, them bam it would be done! stitches in and he wouldn't have even known it.
"knock-out" pill? where does he get these things?
Here is the war wounded boy. Smirk on face thinking of all the friends he is going to tell about his stitches at school tomorrow. What story he is going to dream up, because how lame is it to tell someone you hit yourself in the head with a medal?
ok, Krischan never has the desire to do homework, but it is because he is a genius and he is far more advanced than the work itself. (Don't you dare ever tell him I said that, I still need him to actually do his homework.)
Jakob is resting in my bed, Kadence is taking her nap and I go downstairs to check on the brisket in the oven. Rick and I make a little bit of small talk and we both hear this gutteral cave-man type scream. I automatically assume it is Jakob because when he notices I am not in the room with him anymore he tends to panic.
I calmly make my way upstairs and tell Jakob I am on my way. That is when Krischan turns the corner at the top of the stairs with his hand over his eye, tears streaming down his face and panic pouring from him.
"What happened?" He can't speak, but pulls his hands from his eye and I see the blood, and right now it is just over his eye and all in his eyebrow. He sees his finger with blood on it and starts to really panic and freak out more.
"Calm down and tell me what happened." I am holding his wrists to keep him from touching it again and leading him into the bathroom. I can't get him to take a breath and then Rick comes up the stairs, takes a look, and unthinkingly says "Oh GOD!"
I turn on him so fast I was probably a blur and yell (which I am sure didn't help to calm Krischan down) for Rick to calm down. We get him in the bathroom and I am able to clean it up and see that it isn't big, just deep.
My main course of action now is to get him to tell me what happened. Turns out he had his sports medal and was lasso'ing it above his head. Something went a bit wrong and it made contact with his face.
Lucky for me I have that calm mom reaction to this kind of thing. My heart didn't once accelerate and I knew exactly what to do. Amazing that I can do that.
My mother came out to watch the two little ones, and take care of my brisket, and I went off to take Krischan to the hospital. Part of me thought that maybe they would tell me I actually did overreact and that no stitches are needed, roll their eyes and call me a crazy woman.
The emergency room beds are in there own little room and each room has a tv. We watched cartoon network. I couldn't get him to turn it to HGTV.
Here he is with some numbing cream on it so they can stitch him up. He wanted to know if they were going to give him a knock-out pill. That way he would sleep, wake up, them bam it would be done! stitches in and he wouldn't have even known it.
"knock-out" pill? where does he get these things?
Here is the war wounded boy. Smirk on face thinking of all the friends he is going to tell about his stitches at school tomorrow. What story he is going to dream up, because how lame is it to tell someone you hit yourself in the head with a medal?
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