Mine fell off and bumped his head.

7 stitches.

It happened a few Saturday nights ago - he had to go to the ER and didn’t get sewn up until midnight.

Best part? He slept through the sewing of the sutures. Seriously. Something to be said for being triaged a long time.

Worst part? I was 333 miles away. Vivian and I had girls weekend roadtrip to Illinois for a baby shower and family visit.

Ben was spending the weekend with some friends of ours because Peter had to work both Saturday and Sunday.

Before I left him with them, I wrote down my two page list of Ben’s operating instructions. I included the “In Case of Emergency/ Insurance Card” information - thinking I was being overprotective and overcautious. But then again, I know my son.

Then Peter got the call - to meet them at the hospital.

No one is to blame, these things happen in a split second.
I’m actually surprised he hasn’t ended up in the emergency room before now.
He is a daredevil through and through. He has had many a goose egg, bumps, bruises and close calls.

I would love to put him in a plastic bubble. Or pad the entire house with bubble wrap. But he would find a way to break through it I’m sure.

Ben’s lesson was learned.

Or was it?

At bedtime last night he stood up on his blankets and I stopped him. “Remember what happened last time you jumped on a bed?”

“Yes! I got a balloon and a coloring book!”

Sigh.

Just a reminder. Have your emergency numbers and pertinent information at the ready for caregivers and yourself. You never know what might happen.

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