Today marks a milestone in the years since Trevor and I have been married. Our first stitches.
Carter was being silly and walking around with a blanket over his head when he tripped and sliced his nose open on the fireplace.
I wasn't sure whether to take him into the Dr or not. It was so hard to see how bad the cut was. But then I got brave a pulled both sides of it apart to see that his nose had been sliced in two. Yuck.
So we went to the ER and they put two stitches in his teenie nose. Sad. They strapped him to a board so he wouldn't move. He was spewing blood everywhere and screaming bloody murder. Head wounds bleed a lot. And now my shirt is ruined.
Poor Carter! Why did he have to make the milestone?
ReplyDelete