The Story

So. Staples.

Did anyone else find it ironic that Eddie's staples post came right after the jumping off the couch post? Heh. My son is loco.

Anyway...the worst part of the staple story is that a) it didn't happen some crazy way and b) he was doing such crazy things earlier in the day, having so much fun and acting loco, he probably just missed getting hurt about a zillion times.

Saturday afternoon we had a big cousins party with my mom's family, one that included....

{party hats and pouting}

{lots of food}

{playing in the pool}

{and going down the slide into the pool}

Now, that last part is probably the most dangerous of all. Did he split his head open then? Nope.

Later that evening, we went to my friend from high school's house. Her family is moving to Utah to be with my friend, her husband and baby Lillie. As always, Lillie was an adorable little peanut, and we were ready to just relax and have fun with old friends.

Eddie was simply walking in the kitchen, tried to cut behind someone, tripped over their shoe or foot or something and went head first into the kitchen cabinet. And let me tell you....those damn kitchen cabinets bite.....HARD. As I picked Eddie up, Frank said he saw blood. We sat Eddie on the counter, and I wiped what I thought was a blood drip. It wasn't a drip, it was a slice in his head....looking like a zipper was pulled down the side of his head, exposing skin and down to my kid's skull. I.SAW.MY.KIDS.SKULL. I never want to see that again.

What happened next is something I'm so thankful for. My bestie's boyfriend, Mike, was there.  Mike is a firefighter and currently mine (and Eddie's!) hero. With a napkin on Eddie's head, I took him over to Mike to confirm that we were going to get some stitches. He confirmed that yes, we were off to the hospital and not only helped get us into the car, he drove the fastest way to the nearest hospital with us following. Eddie stopped crying even as we were walking him out to the car, was fine the drive to the hospital and even while we waited for the doctor. The nurses were amazing with him....gentle and kind and not intimidating or terrifying. We blew bubbles to keep Eddie entertained and kept things as low key as possible. Since I was able to apply pressure the whole way to the hospital, the bleeding has stopped and we were able to let Eddie walk around with nothing covering the wound.....gross and cool and totally gross all at the same time. It was really amazing that Eddie was totally calm throughout the whole thing, just wanting me as close to him as possible the whole time and that's about it.

The staples, the numbing shot and all of that is something that I don't want to recap, just because it sucked. I'm sure you can imagine. The only positive thing I have to say about that portion is that it was fast....less than a minute, and by the time we stood Eddie up and he was able to hold onto me, he was done crying.

The staples will be in for 10 days, and for Eddie, that means 10 days of some hardcore spoiling.

Sigh. So in the battle between toddler head and kitchen cabinet, the cabinet won.....and I have to say...I hope we never have a rematch.