An ER doctor said, “If you take 10 men and put them into one room and ask them to look up, seven of them will have a scar on their chin.” Well, my friends, my son Holt will now be in that group of men when he grows up.
A couple of weeks ago, he decided to fly off the couch and into the coffee table. It happened in less than a split second and, as a result of this 7-month-old baby thinking he was Superman, split open his chin. It was mayhem after it happened, to say the least. The baby was screaming, my daughter was screaming because of the blood, I was screaming, “How did this happen? I was RIGHT here!” And I was also feeling quite dizzy because of all the blood. I was also screaming for my fiancé, who happened to be in the shower, and couldn’t hear me.
I can’t stand the sight of blood, and boy was there blood. I looked at the gape (yes, it was a GAPE) in his chin and immediately thought, “Yeah, this needs stitches,” while continuing to scream for my fiancé who was still in the shower. Also, you should know this was at 7:45 a.m. on a Monday morning, and, really, could a Monday morning start worse than this?
When my fiancé FINALLY got out of the shower and came downstairs, he was met with me screaming, “We have to go to the hospital now! Where’s his Health Card? Why do you have to take showers that are so long?” and my daughter who was still crying, and bloody tissues everywhere.
We dropped my daughter off at school (it’s on the way to the hospital) and headed to the emergency room. My baby had stopped crying approximately three minutes after he had split opened his chin, which proves that babies are really not that smart (If I had split open my chin, I’d be bawling and freaking out about getting stitches) and also completely more durable than we think they are. Though he had blood pouring down his chin, he was as happy as a clam.