Andrew...is a 2 year old boy and I am convinced that he is going to give me heart failure one day. He likes to climb and two days ago he decided to climb onto an ottoman I have next to the fire place and in the process, he lost his balance and fell, smacking his head on the edge of the fireplace. I didn't realize he was bleeding until I had my hand on the back of his head and I pulled it away to see that he was, in fact, bleeding. Quite a bit. Panic, yelling, sobbing, and hysteria ensued. Not so much from Andrew, mostly from me. Thankfully my wonderful and level-headed neighbor Ashley was home and when I called her hyperventilating, she ran over to help me assess the damage. We agreed that since the bleeding was slowing and he seemed ok that I should take him to Urgent Care instead of the ER. There they placed one staple in my sweet baby boy's head. Good thing Shawn was there b/c I had to leave the room- I was woozy when they were just talking about it.
But he is fine and gets his staple out on Monday.
This boy...
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