Interrupted

Our Monday afternoon routine was rudely interrupted when Andrew fell and cut open his head on a corner of the piano. The doctor always says that "you will know" when a child needs stitches, but I didn't really understand what he meant. Well, as I cleaned Andrew up, I finally saw the gash, and knew we would be spending time at the doctor's office or emergency room. I stopped the bleeding, put him on the floor to prevent fainting/shock, and called the doctor. Yes, they could fix him there, so we packed everyone in the car and spent the next 1-1/2 hours at the doctor's office. Most of the time Andrew was waiting for the numbing gel to work. He has two staples holding the cut together now (and I put a bandage on the lower end to catch drips overnight). Poor boy. He's pretty cheerful about it. We are thankful it isn't any worse and that he doesn't seem to have a concussion. At Andrew's request, Kirk and our home teacher gave him a blessing this morning.