Tuesday, March 13, 2012

one tough little cookie

Holt has now been to the emergency clinic twice in his life. Once when he was an infant for Croup...and then again this past week for some major stitches repair on two gashes on his left arm.
I told a friend the other day that is seems as though our hospital visits increase with each child we have...soooo...this should mean no more kids are necessary. :-)
Turns out our dog, Dirk, gets in the moment and likes to trample our munchkins. This time he got into a little tiff through the fence with our neighbor's dog and Holt wanted in on the action as well. Dirk didn't adjust to him being there and when I ran out side and scooped him up he has been knocked over and Dirk had run off. I thought he was just scared and I held him and brought him back in the house when I looked down to see blood covering my arm. THANK THE LORD Joe was JUST leaving for work and I screamed for him, we checked Holt out and saw two big gashes on his forearm and bicept. Poor guy.
He was, of course crying, we got the bleeding to stop, and Joe canceled his work "day" to take him to the clinic while I stayed back with Jake and Brock. After they left, I sat down and almost passed out due to the fact that I CANNOT handle injury...like I have said before...I'm screwed!
What a whirl-wind.
Thankful for a flexible husband. Thankful for a husband who doesn't want to pass out at the sight of blood, like his wife. Thankful that it was only Holt's arm and just little cuts. Thankful for one tough kid. He took it like a champ.
Shots, being held down, stitches...all hard at the time, but the very next day he was ready to roll again.
WOW...boys...
This is Holt's "don't mess with me" face while being stitched up:
Love this kid!


No comments:

Post a Comment