Noah, 8
So, Son #2 has officially joined the ranks of needing some thread to hold parts of him together. Quite frankly, I'm surprised it has taken this long for him to get there! And the way he succumbed to it...another surprise...a piece of broken glass got him. I really would thought it would have been a sidewalk or the road, or a football field that got him, but a little 1" piece of glass was the culprit!
Here is his foot after the 3 stitches
So, last night, I arrived home from work at 9:30, to notice all the lights on. I admit, I was feeling irritated that my kids were still awake, an hour after bedtime. I went in, to hear sounds of anguish as Noah cried in pain. He had stepped on a piece of glass, and busted open his foot. The chief, who thankfully doesn't get queasy at the sight of blood, had it wrapped up, and I carried him out to the car. The chief took him to the Instacare, where it was X-rayed to check for stray glass, and then stitched up.
So, it's official, Noah has joined the ranks of the Stitched! Welcome Noah! It's a club I wish I were not a member of, but that's life for you!
Heal well, sweet boy!
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