Groups of 3

So, you know how bad things happen in 3's? Well, I can attest to the fact that it is very very true! A month ago when Crew had to go to the ER for knocking himself unconscious after a fall, a friend of mine said, "you do realize that these things happen in 3's, right?" Well, I didn't take a whole lot of stock in it...until about 2 weeks later when Hudson had to go to the ER because of not being able to breathe (allergy induced, of course). 2 down, 1 to go. Hudson also got his thumb slammed in the door at school, so I was hoping that was #3. Not so much. I'm starting to think it's a literal 3 things-- as in, they all have to be SUPER similar.

Last Friday evening we were spending the evening at the park for dinner and play with our friends. We were at a new park that the boys had been wanting to go to for some time. It's a little older, so not as much "updated" play equipment, but still fun nonetheless. About 45 minutes after we're there, we heard blood curdling screaming, and then William comes walking towards us with blood EVERYWHERE. All over his face, arms, shirt, and shoes. In hindsight, I should have immediately taken a picture. I'm afraid Dave would have smashed it though, so it's probably better I didn't. He stopped crying pretty quickly, and we even managed to get the blood to stop flowing pretty quickly. Apparently, he was running around on the playground, and he was going to run/duck into one of those tunnel things, but either a)didn't duck fast enough or b)didn't realize he was too tall to run on through. Either way, he ran head on into the tunnel, and gashed himself open- down to the bone!!!!!

We scooped him up (and Crew), left Hudson there with our friends, and headed to the ER.

This is in the car on the way to the ER: (he wasn't thrilled I was taking his picture)

He was pretty cold while we were waiting. I told him about when I was in the hospital having my babies, that the nurses always gave me hot blankets to keep me warm. He was jealous. He had blanket envy. He told the ER doctor, and when we came back into the room from getting x-rays, there were warm blankets waiting for him. We love our Children's hospital!!!

If you're at all squeamish, now's the time to stop reading. This is where it really starts to get freaky.

We realized that if he raised up his eyebrows really big, we could see deep down into the wound. He thought that was hilarious!

We LOVED the doctor that stitched him up. He's what they call a "wound specialist"-- so stitching people up is his specialty. He was picked to do this job because of his attention to detail. He trained for a YEAR under a plastic surgeon to do this. I'm sure this job he could have done blind folded since it was pretty straight forward. But he spent extra time and care since it was so front and center on William's face. He knew that a minimal scar was extremely desirable. After he got it all cleaned up and ready for the stitches, he wanted me to get this picture (below). William slightly protested, and the dr reminded him that moms get to take pictures like this. It's our right, so hold still. :-)

All stitched up and ready to roll (4 stitches on the inner layer of skin, and 6 on the outside): 

 a closeup the next day:

It was quite the adventure, I will say. I have no doubt this won't be our last visit to the ER, but I sure am glad that this group of 3 visits is now over!