This doesn’t bode well for Boy Blue. Last night his older brother joined ranks with his parents with a trip to the hospital for a head wound. Thanks to modern medicine they were able to glue him back together whereas Paul and I have both had stitches in our heads. (Me when I was much younger than Little Red, and Paul multiple times. You may now scoff and mutter under your breath that that explains it — even Paul did last night when I told him about when I fell off the sewing machine table and it fell on top of me.)
In last night’s story, however, it was a case of exhuberance. He came running out of the bathroom and probably slipped on the tile. In the fight of Little Red vs. the wall, the score is 0-1. The wall stood its ground and Little Red flew back with such force that he nearly hit the wall behind him.
We triaged him well, beginning with butterfly bandages and then covering that with gauze for good measure, and while my husband got everything together for another trip to the hospital I held him in my arms. “What song would you like me to sing?” I asked. Lately he’s been asking for either the ABCs or Santa Claus is Coming to Town. I was impressed at his maturity when, during such a time of stress, he turned to what would bring the most comfort: Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam, and then I Am A Child of God. After Paul gave him a quick blessing, they were off — Little Red’s first trip to the ER without me.
Everyone at the hospital was impressed with how brave and strong he was, never crying, not even when they cleaned his wound before they glued him up. When it was over they looked for stickers to reward such a big boy, found none, and sent him home with a lollipop, bubbles, and some candy. Paul called to tell me they were leaving the hospital and I could hear Little Red cheerfully saying goodbye to everyone they saw. He wants to be a doctor when he grows up. I think he’ll be a good one.
His right forehead will never be the same, but now he’s even more of a clone of my husband. (I believe Paul got his from the infamous Paul on black ice vs. the Dumpster.) So far Boy Blue has not required a trip to the ER … but as I watch the boys play I know that it’s only a matter of time.