Sunday, September 7, 2008
I don't know how to turn the picture, sorry. The Friday before Labor Day I took the kids to The Red Lion to pick up our race packets for the 10K that Jim and I traditionally run. When we first arrived at the Red Lion we made it out of the lobby as Wesley flew down the hallway while turning to Timmy to have him catch him. At that precise moment a door stood in the way. Wesley dropped and I saw the wound. I had my composure initially until the blood covered his entire face. I may have over-reacted as I scooped him up and went to the desk as exclaimed "can somebody help me." The spectators didn't know the extent of his injury since there was quite a bit of blood. Someone called 911, another person exclaimed "he needs medical attention immediately." Another lady said "I think he will need plastic surgery." I told my helpers that my sister was a PA and could stitch him up, but she was in Idaho Falls. With the influence of the others they said I needed to get him in immediately. I called the children's clinic to see if they could do the stitches, and the spectators told me I should go to the ER. I ignored the advice and went to the clinic where Wesley got 6 stitches. When all was said and done and we had all over-reacted I should of just taken him to Shawna's home in Blackfoot where we could have ignored the drama and my sister would of fixed him up just fine. I'm sure there will be a next time though.