Rocky

Andrew got in a fight with a desk and the desk won. Ok, so I guess I should explain the picture (this is the second non Wordless Wednesday in a row) I was at the gym last night and the kids were in the playroom playing, which they love to do and I hope that continues. One of the playroom workers comes and finds me and tells me that Andrew has a nasty cut at his eye. I walked into the room and another worker was holding him. She had his face shielded and she looked straight at me and said, it’s bad. What a terrible feeling when someone is holding your baby and telling you that it’s bad. He wasn’t crying so I knew it must not be too bad, well so I thought. It was bad, but I think all the blood and the blue goose egg didn’t help and made it look worse. For some reason I just don’t freak out when things like this happen, thankfully. I packed up the kids and we went to the hotel to see daddy, I needed his opinion because I didn’t know if we should take him to the ER. We couldn’t get it to stop bleeding so we decided to go ahead and take him to Vanderbilt Children’s Hospital. Us and half of Nashville were there, gotta love flu season. On a side note, I just pray that we didn’t make it worse by being in a flu filled hospital. They moved us from room to room and 4 hours later we were able to leave and Andrew is now sporting a single stitch. It was just a little too big and too close to the eye to do nothing, they were afraid it would keep opening if we didn’t put a stitch in it. We got home at 12:20 am and thankfully Abby fell asleep in Marty’s arm at about 10:00. Andrew on the other hand stayed awake the whole time. Needless to say, he slept in until 9:45 this morning. Poor baby boy!