Ouch! He Did It Again...

Good Lord! This boy is going to drive me to drink.  Not 24 hours later he went and dotted his other eye, but this time it was much worse.

Hubby was working late and we had just tore down the kids beds so the kids were sleeping in my room.  After sending both kids to bed, for not listening, of course, they were playing around.  While I sat watching the Olympics, there was a scream from my room like the kids were playing and they hurt each other.  More of a "mom she/he hit me" scream, my little girl came running out into the living room and my boy followed.  As he came out of the hallway he had his hand over his face, he took his hand off his face and I saw nothing but blood.  He sat down at the dinning room table and I grabbed a towel and had him hold it over his face.  I called our neighbors and asked if they could keep my girl so I didn't have to deal with her at the ER.  I am blessed to have such awesome neighbors, they kept my girl and called my hubby at work to let him know what was going on.  And off the the ER my boy and I went.

While driving in the car, sitting in the ER, and talking to all of the doctors and nurses I found out what happen.  He was climbing off the the bed to turn on the light and fell.  He hit the corner of my hope chest and busted open the side of his face.

The triage nurse was kind enough to give us a band aid, because the bleeding was controlled while we waited.

A face full of blood, a band aid on the wound, and an eye starting to bruise, we were finally called back to see the doctors.  They uncovered the band aid and gave him some lidocaine to help numb the area, because stitches were in his very near future.

The lidocaine cream was applied, but then things got UGLY!  The doctor had to wrap my boy up like a burrito.  HE DID NOT LIKE THAT...my poor guy, screamed and cried while they gave him the lidocaine shot and his stitches.  When he was done he just wanted to be held and to go home.  I told him we would do just that.  3 stitches later and a single tear, my poor guy.

As we finally headed home he fell asleep in the truck and slept of quite a while into the next morning.  I'm hoping this is the last injury for at least a little while.  The poor guy can't handle anymore negative trips to the doctors.

12 hours later and my boy looks like he got into a boxing match and was able to walk away.  The good news :: he's still smiling.