Sweet Gus has had this first (and probably not his last) stitches at the ER on Saturday. I put Gus down for his nap, around 2:30 on Saturday, I didn't hear any noise and was keeping an ear out while getting the house organized (we are selling our house upstate, another story). I heard him chatting away, no crying, then a little crying, 5 minutes later, full distressed crying. I ran up the stairs, into his room and couldn't believe my eyes. I truly was stunned to see blood everywhere, all over his face, his hands, his clothes, his crib, it took me a full 15 seconds to take it in and understand the situation. I just couldn't believe my eyes. Gus had managed to pull down a framed picture of my Dad off the wall, it shattered to the ground and somehow sliced the inside his little finger in the meantime. I yelled for Conor, who took control of the situation, very calmly. We rushed him to the bathroom and then to ER where he had to have two stitches! I cuddled and cuddled him and was so glad I was there for him.
Luckily, Gus's godmother jumped to rescue, cleaned the nursery, top to bottom, followed by watching over Cole, while we were in ER. S, you are a real trooper.
The ER nurse asked me if our second child was a boy, at which point she said - two boys, you'll be back!
Gus with his spongebob sticker and stitched up hand.